As soon as Jason left the bedroom, I went to take a shower and got dressed in one of his sweatshirts and my tights. Walking downstairs barefoot, I saw Rosie cleaning around Jason's office, offering her a small wave and a smile as I walked in the direction of the garden. I sat down on the bench with my legs folded underneath me, looking out here I thought it was pretty, but not as pretty as the one at my dad's house. Sighing for the umpteenth time today, I stared at the flowers with longing while a pool of thoughts swirled around in my mind. Why didn't you talk to her? my crappy excuse wasn't even enough to convince him, why didn't I talk to her? I guess I was afraid, scared of rejection, scared that this time around I would actually hear her tell me of how much she didn't want me. I know my dad said that she did,
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