  What's Already Been Damaged
      Anthony woke the next morning and was ambushed by all the world's regret and guilt crashing down on him. He had silently wished that he wouldn't remember the previous night but he recalled every brutal second of it. He messed up and he couldn't take it back. All he saw when he closed his eyes was the hurt on Rosie's face. He thought he couldn't hate himself more than he did when he let Rosie leave for Paris but he hated himself more right now.
      Rosie was woken by the sound of frantic knocking on her front door. She groaned loudly as she pulled herself out of bed and went to open the door, her eyes still half shut and mind foggy.
      &quot;Tama-&quot; Rosie stopped speaking before she started. She blinked her eyes rapidly, pinching her arm as if she were making sure she was really awake. All her haziness was stripped away when she locked eyes wit

  Mourning Day
      Days had passed since Rosie and Anthony's big falling out. They hadn't seen or spoken to one other. Rosie would be very cautious every time she left her apartment, acting like a spy or ninja to make sure she wouldn't run into Anthony in the hallway or elevator.
      Aatalo walked into one of the local bars, walking over to the counter to see Tamara sitting on a stool. &quot;Where is he?&quot;
      Tamara jabbed her thumb over her shoulder, pointing towards Anthony who was sitting in a booth all by himself. His head was drunk as he sipped on a cocktail, a few empty glasses and beer bottles already sitting on the table.
      &quot;I don't know what to do. His depression is depressing me.&quot;
      Aatalo sighed as he motioned for the bartender to pour him the same thing Tamara was drinking. &quot;Have you talked to Rosie?&quot;
      &quot;Not at all. She's keepin

  Sober Feelings, Drunken Confessions
      Anthony leaned back into Tamara's couch, slowly sipping on a beer. &quot;She's not going to come over, right?&quot;
      Tamara opened a bag of chips as she plopped down on the couch beside him. &quot;No. She had a bunch of meetings with Michael and clients today.&quot;
      Anthony nodded his head slowly before exhaling a long sigh. &quot;She's different. She's changed.&quot;
      Tamara laughed lightly, cocking her head to the side. &quot;Paris changed her, Anth. For the best, I think. She's more confident and sure of herself, not as afraid to speak what's on her mind.&quot;
      &quot;That's for sure,&quot; Anthony mumbled quietly, staring down at the coffee table as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. &quot;It's... good. I'm glad she's become stronger. Sometimes I just feel like I can't recognize her anymore, like I don'

What's Already Been Damaged
      Anthony woke the next morning and was ambushed by all the world's regret and guilt crashing down on him. He had silently wished that he wouldn't remember the previous night but he recalled every brutal second of it. He messed up and he couldn't take it back. All he saw when he closed his eyes was the hurt on Rosie's face. He thought he couldn't hate himself more than he did when he let Rosie leave for Paris but he hated himself more right now.
      Rosie was woken by the sound of frantic knocking on her front door. She groaned loudly as she pulled herself out of bed and went to open the door, her eyes still half shut and mind foggy.
      &quot;Tama-&quot; Rosie stopped speaking before she started. She blinked her eyes rapidly, pinching her arm as if she were making sure she was really awake. All her haziness was stripped away when she locked eyes with Anthony. &quot;What are you doing here?&quot;
      Anthony sucked in his lips, a sheepish and g

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