"Would you like a glass?" I poured
myself wine. "It somehow makes me
feel better when it clears my throat.""No, I'm o-okay. H-have t-to take
the kids h-home a-after.""Oh, right. Sorry, I'm not used
to having kids around." I bit my bottom
lip, embarrassed at suggesting such a thing."It's okay. H-how w-was it like
being raised here?""I don't have anything to complain
about. And I'm so thankful for that.
I don't know how life would have turned
out if I wasn't adopted, and oddly, I don't
want to find out. All of my life's events
have lead to the person I am today, and I
wouldn't change that for anything. What
about you? Would you change how your
life has turned out?" I supported my head
with my hand, balancing my arm on the couch
arm."Sometimes, I wish I c-can." Charlie said
quietly, staring into his palms."Oh... her?" Good job, Rose. Bringing up
something sad, ah great way to end
the day. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have
mentioned this.""No, it's o-okay, R-Rose. I-I need t-to
move on. She w-would want me to.
N-no one wants t-to see the p-person
y-you love be sad all the time.""I agree," I smiled and squeezed his hand.
"I'm here, if you ever need to talk.""Thank you, Rose. I-I d-don't
know w-why but it feels good
to hear that."
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shades of red
Poetrywhen you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals [sequel to shades of blue]