  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

  All We've Lost
      &quot;Maybe I should just find a rebound. Although I don't know if it counts as a rebound since Rosie and I never dated.&quot;
      Ryder narrowed his eyes, his face scrunching in distaste. &quot;That sounds like a horrible idea. You'd hate every second of it.&quot;
      Anthony rolled his eyes. He poured himself some coffee and popped toast into the toaster. He knew he'd hate everyone second of it. He didn't even like the sound of it and knew very well he most likely wouldn't be able to go through with it. He just needed any sort of help in stopping feeling so sad.
      &quot;It will temporarily help me stop thinking about her.&quot;
      &quot;No,&quot; Aatalo spoke firmly, not looking at the boys. He sat in Ryder and Anthony's living room, his feet propped up on the coffee table and a book in his hands.
      Anthony quirked an eyebrow. &quot;Why not?&quot;


  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 keeping herself locked away in her apartment, working on her art.&quot;
      &quot;Wish me luck,&quo

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