  Unsaid Goodbye
      Anthony stood in the doorframe of Rosie's room.
      He glanced around the mostly empty room. It felt unfamiliar, unrecognizable.
      The bare walls that lacked her artwork, the empty desk that was rid of all of her art supplies. He stared at the book-shelf that was missing most of Rosie's book. Everything that had once made this room Rosie's, was all gone.
      Anthony's eyes narrowed when he saw something lying on her desk.
      Cautiously, almost afraid, he walked to her desk.
      He grabbed the wrinkled piece of paper that had been sitting on Rosie's desk since she had placed it there days before she had left for Paris.
      It was the sketch of Anthony that she had finally drawn eyes onto.
      Anthony's heart clenched, unsure of what to think. What did this mean?
      &quot;She stood right there, in that exact spot, holding the paper just like that 

  Words of Goodbye
      Tamara offered Anthony a comforting smile, squeezing his shoulder lightly before walking out of Rosie's room and leaving him with the letter Rosie had left for him.
      Anthony took a long time, just staring at the envelope.
      He was afraid to open it, afraid to read whatever Rosie had written him. He didn't know if he was ready to read it, reading to hear her goodbye.
      The goodbye was what scared him.
      He wasn't ready to say goodbye but reading this letter would somehow make it all more real.
      After what felt like a very long time of blankly staring at the envelope, Anthony opened it. He was filled with swirling emotions that he couldn't pinpoint. He was overwhelmed and feeling many conflicting feelings all at once.
      &quot;Anthony,
      Maybe I am a coward for writing a letter instead of saying goodbye directly to your face. I'm afraid

  The Unhappy Ending
      Tamara returned home with a huge smile on her face, expecting to walk in to Rosie and Anthony fondling each other on the living room couch. Instead, she walked in to see Rosie clutching her chest, on her knees, broken on the ground as she cried. Tamara couldn't get the sound of Rosie's excruciating sobs out of her head. It haunted her.
      She sat there on the ground for the next hour, just holding Rosie and allowing her to cry. Rosie spent the hour after that wrapped up in Tamara's bed, quietly sniffling and silently crying. Tamara had never seen anything like this before, never seeing Rosie cry in general.
      Her heart completely broke for her cousin.
      By the third hour, Rosie had taken a long shower. Tamara was sitting on the couch when Rosie walked out of the bathroom with her bags in hand, ready to head out.
      &quot;Where the hell are you goi

Unsaid Goodbye
      Anthony stood in the doorframe of Rosie's room.
      He glanced around the mostly empty room. It felt unfamiliar, unrecognizable.
      The bare walls that lacked her artwork, the empty desk that was rid of all of her art supplies. He stared at the book-shelf that was missing most of Rosie's book. Everything that had once made this room Rosie's, was all gone.
      Anthony's eyes narrowed when he saw something lying on her desk.
      Cautiously, almost afraid, he walked to her desk.
      He grabbed the wrinkled piece of paper that had been sitting on Rosie's desk since she had placed it there days before she had left for Paris.
      It was the sketch of Anthony that she had finally drawn eyes onto.
      Anthony's heart clenched, unsure of what to think. What did this mean?
      &quot;She stood right there, in that exact spot, holding the paper just like that and staring at it.&quot; Tamara leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed over her c

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