Marcella pov When I saw her face, I couldn’t bear the betrayal, I thought she liked me, her journal, her actions, her kind gestures towards me. I felt like we shared something, the connection, ‘the rose’. She did give me a rose years ago. At least, that was the version of the story I let myself believe but she had simply dropped it on the desk and run off with her teammate. It was finally beginning to make sense, she didn’t give it to me, she had just discarded it, and I, in my desperation, had claimed it, but the Latino girl she spoke about in her journal, I was so confused. My mind was going wild, I knew she was just like me but didn’t have anyway to prove it and my only evidence had been fed to the furnace. The agony of seeing her with someone else, especially a man, felt like a deliberate serration of my heart.I shut the door angrily at her face and when I turned, I saw my sister’s reaction, I looked at my sister’s face, her mouth was wide open in surprise, I couldn’t blame her
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