that night was spent pacing around her room,
blaring music through her headphones.
The clock read 3 am but Rose was wide awake.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Rose mumbled, stretching her arms.
She'd fucked up. Dodie hadn't kissed her, in fact, the girl seemed uncomfortable with the affair. In fact, she had scoffed it off like she was nothing.
She was saddened by the state of affairs. She was falling in love with Dodie, slowly but surely. And she was terrified. Terrified that Dodie's feelings werent real and her actions were just a result of alcohol.
Rose kept many secrets. Secrets she didn't even think of ever telling a soul, excepting in the pages of her diary.
Rose wasn't even sure of herself, of her own sexuality. And she wasn't sure of Dodie's either.
"Shit." Rose said, her voice cracking as Saturn by Sleeping At Last came on. She closed her eyes and flopped onto her bed, silently crying as her world crashed on top of her very soul.
She wished to be whole again.
