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Unsaid GoodbyeAnthony stood in the doorframe of Rosie's room.He glanced around the mostly empty room. It felt unfamiliar, unrecognizable.The bare walls that lacked her artwork, the empty desk that was rid of all of her art supplies. He stared at the book-shelf that was missing most of Rosie's book. Everything that had once made this room Rosie's, was all gone.Anthony's eyes narrowed when he saw something lying on her desk.Cautiously, almost afraid, he walked to her desk.He grabbed the wrinkled piece of paper that had been sitting on Rosie's desk since she had placed it there days before she had left for Paris.It was the sketch of Anthony that she had finally drawn eyes onto.Anthony's heart clenched, unsure of what to think. What did this mean?"She stood right there, in that exact spot, holding the paper just like that and staring at it." Tamara leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed over her chest.Anthony swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat, clenchin

The New BeginningsONE YEAR LATER"Rosie!"Rosie spun around, a wide grin breaking loose on her face. Tamara pushed through the crowd and ran over to her cousin, engulfing her in a tight hug.Rosie laughed as she hugged her cousin. "You're here.""Wouldn't miss it for the world," Tamara held onto Rosie's shoulders, leaning back to give her a look-over. It had been months since they had seen each other, the last time being when Tamara had come to Paris during her Summer vacation.Rosie looked like she was glowing.Although a few months didn't seem like a long time, it had felt like ages since Tamara had seen her. She took in her haircut, Rosie's once long hair being cut to her shoulders. She looked older, more mature.Rosie linked her arm through Tamara's, the two of them heading out of the airport."This city gets more beautiful every time I see it again," Tamara's eyes were glues to the window as she watched the sights pass. She was in awe of the city, being slightly jealous of the b

All Roads Lead to Home16 MONTHS LATERRosie's art career had grown to be quite successful. After her first showing, she gained a lot of attraction and with the help of the contacts she had made, she continued to grow a client-base who commissioned her for personal art pieces. The more her art got noticed, the more people would reach out to her. She had already had some of her work displayed at multiple different exhibitions in numerous cities.She was doing more than well enough for herself.She had now gotten her degree and stopped working for Eloise. She was on her own, continuing to build her career in the art world.Paris had become home to her. She made friends, she had a boyfriend, the small town she lived in knew all about her - as if she was the town's very own celebrity. The town was small and well connected, everything at a walking distance. She had grown to become well acquainted with almost everyone - the local barista she would get coffee from every morning, the libraria

With Moving, Comes Baggage"Rosie?" Anthony's voice came out in a whisper. It was as if her were seeing a ghost, entirely unsure of what he was seeing and if he were seeing right at all.Rosie blinked. She opened her mouth but no sound came out. She was just as stunned as he was."Rosie?" Angela peaked her head out of the apartment, giving Rosie a confused look as she wondered why she was still standing in the hallway. "Did you change your mind about seeing this apartment?"Rosie turned to look at Angela, still gaping like a fish out of water. "I...""Rosie!" This time when Rosie looked over, Ryder was rushing up to her with open arms. He pulled her into a hug before she had a moment to register a single thought.Ryder had known Rosie was coming back because Aatalo had told him. He just didn't know when.Anthony, on the other hand, had no idea. He was in complete shock, confused by how or why she was here at all.Behind Rosie's back, Tamara had made it clear to the boys that they shou

Old Company, Old Comforts"I'll admit, I was surprised you called.""You were? Why?" Rosie sat across from Blaze the local coffee shop, the two of them seeing each other after over two years.Blaze shrugged lightly. A carefree smile rested gently on his lips. "We didn't stay in contact much after the first year. I figured you moved on with life.""Moving on doesn't meaning leaving everything behind, Winters.""Good point," Blaze leaned back in his sip, swirling around his iced coffee in its cup. He peered at Rosie thoughtfully. "How is it been being back?"Rosie pursed her lips in thought for a moment. She sighed, shrugging her shoulders unsurely. "I thought it was okay. I'm not sure anymore."Blaze frowned. "Don't tell me Morelli still has your heart."Rosie's gaze snapped up to meet Blaze's eyes. She was taken aback. "Why would you say that?"Blaze shot her a flat look, tilting his head. "If there's something troubling you now that you're back, I'm going to place my bets on it being