A Decayed Rose
They were six feet under and they weren't going to magically start breathing again.
Accepting the facts with a heavy weight on her chest, she made her way to her feet, and was left standing in the middle of the room, feeling completely and utter alone. The distant sound of the shower running upstairs doing little to soothe the storm inside. But the boy rinsing off beneath her shower head, would never know that anyway. Alina hated bottling everything up inside, especially when Chris was constantly offering her his hand every step of the way, but it was necessary; she would never rely on someone else.
Of that she was certain.
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