  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

  A Piece Missing From the Final Picture
      The art opening was everything Rosie could have imagined and more. She was occupied all night long with guests and friends, meeting new people and talking about her art for hours. She felt like she was living in a movie. Everything was perfect.
      &quot;Oh, Rosie...&quot; Tamara walked over to her cousin when Rosie had finally gotten a minute alone, not having a dozen people already talking to her.
      Rosie narrowed her eyes suspiciously, noticing the mischievous smirk on Tamara's face. &quot;What did you do?&quot;
      Tamara gasped dramatically. &quot;Why do you always thin I'm up to something?&quot;
      Rosie laughed lightly, quirking an eyebrow. &quot;Because you are.&quot;
      Tamara heaved out an exaggerated breath. &quot;Fine. There is someone here to see you.&quot;
      Rosie's eyebrows pulled together in confusion. Her h

  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 that if I look in your eyes and turn to walk away from you, I won't be able to leave. I don't

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