Rosie, an introvert whose presence feels like serenity to Anthony.
Two people with completely different natures, from two different worlds find themselves consumed by one other. Rosie finally feels seen, Anthony finally realizes what magic feels like.
While they keep being pulled towards each other like magnets, they are kept apart by their own doubts and hesitations.

 The Complex Art of Rosie

"Where are you going?" Rosie walked out of her room to see Tamara sliding on her coat and some boots.

Rosie laughed at the question. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the wall.

Tamara made a face at her as she stood up straight after zipping up her boots. "It could be fun, Rosie. Everyone will be too drunk to care whether or not you respond to them."

Rosie's face fell, her arms falling to her sides as her posture straightened. Tamara's words felt like a blow to the face.

"Shit," Tamara's eyes went wide, horror flashing across her face when she realized how harsh her words sounded. "I'm so sorry, Rose. You know I did not mean it like that."

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