His Rose
Pillows and frames are scattered all around the floor, making me cautiously watch my step incase I step on one.
My heart skips a beat at the sight I see; Rose sitting onto the ground as she cries out while her right hand is currently holding onto a knife—signalling her left wrist, leaving me frozen at my spot. I can't help but continue to look at her from behind, remembering that I've once see her this way before and it wasn't pleasant but the last time I saw her, she already did.
''Rose.'' I call out softly, afraid if I might startle her.