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17. Eᴠᴇʀʏ Rᴏsᴇ Hᴀs Iᴛs Tʜᴏʀɴs

*𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 *

09/18/1977

I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴏᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴇs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴘᴀss ᴛʜɪs ɴᴏᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, Lᴜᴄʏ.

I ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ɴɪɢʜsᴛᴀɴᴅ. I ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇʟᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ I ᴡɪsʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ. Yᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ's ᴏᴋᴀʏ. Iᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ, I ɢᴜᴇss. Bᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ, I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. I ᴍᴇᴀɴ, I ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs, ʙᴜᴛ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀ ʀᴇʟɪᴇғ?

I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ, ᴍʏ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɢᴏɪɴɢ. I ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀɴᴅ I ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. Wʜʏ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ? I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀsᴋ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴡʜʏ's ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏ ᴜsᴇ, ɪs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ? A ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴏ̨ᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴜɴᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ. Tʜᴀᴛ's ʟɪғᴇ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ, ɪsɴ'ᴛ ɪᴛ?

I'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ. Sᴏʀʀʏ ғᴏʀ ᴡᴀsᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ғᴏʀ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴜs. Tᴇʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I'ᴠᴇ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ғʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ. I ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɴᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀs ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀs I ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ. Bᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ᴡᴇ ғᴏᴜɢʜᴛ, ᴏʀ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴇʟsᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ. I ᴡɪsʜ I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀs.

Mᴀʏʙᴇ I'ʟʟ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. Fᴏʀ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ. Tᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛᴏ ᴜs, ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ.
           

Sɪɴᴄᴇʀᴇʟʏ,
            Rᴏsᴇᴍᴀʀʏ Fᴏʀᴅ

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Rose has been in the bathroom for a concerning amount of time now. I don't know what she's up to, but it's starting to piss me off. I know she tends to take a while, but not two hours?

I knocked on the bathroom door, which was locked. No answer. I knocked again, this time harder. Still, there was silence. Now I was just confused.

I started to bang on the door now, desperate.

"Rose, what the hell are you doing in there? Get out."

I kept pushing on the door, furiously twisting the knob. If I had to bust this door down, I would. I was starting to get more anxious the more time passed without an answer. I slammed my hands against the door, and shouted out one last time.