[She’s not sure how long it is that she stays like that, eeking warmth from the closeness of another. Clinging to what little comfort there was as they just sit together in the bottom of the shower.
There aren’t any tears, though. Mostly because Rose isn’t sure she has any left to give. At least not for the boy that she barely knew and she wasn’t ready to shed them for the man who knew her better than anyone.
It’s more like the beginning of a grief that’s too big to really feel, the events of the day allowing just a sliver of it to rise to the surface as it waited for the moment when the dam of emotions finally broke.]
It’s my fault.
[She says it simply. Not looking for Elena to disagree with her. Rose knew what she’d say, knew what others would say but it didn’t change what she knew to be true.]
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There aren’t any tears, though. Mostly because Rose isn’t sure she has any left to give. At least not for the boy that she barely knew and she wasn’t ready to shed them for the man who knew her better than anyone.
It’s more like the beginning of a grief that’s too big to really feel, the events of the day allowing just a sliver of it to rise to the surface as it waited for the moment when the dam of emotions finally broke.]
It’s my fault.
[She says it simply. Not looking for Elena to disagree with her. Rose knew what she’d say, knew what others would say but it didn’t change what she knew to be true.]
He shouldn’t have been out there and I knew it.