His Rose
I laugh unknowingly, it must've have worked then.
''Stop it, Rose.'' I mutter under my breath as I close my eyes, trying to remove the images of his face but I fail miserably when I realise that the more I try, the more I see. ''Great, he must've casted a spell.'' I laugh, feeling like an idiot. I mean, what kind of woman sits on the ground, who talks to herself and laugh all of a sudden?
Right. Me.