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

Rosie woke up a few hours later from her nap. Her mouth was incredibly dry and her whole body was aching once again now that the painkillers had worn off. Her head was throbbing so much, she couldn't keep her eyes open.

She reached for the bedside table, grabbing the vile of pain medication and popping some more into her mouth. She spent the next twenty minutes rubbing her temples and groaning in pain from the headache that wasn't seeming to go away.

Once the painkillers had kicked in and she started feeling her body relax, she dragged her feet out of bed. Limping her way out of her room, she headed for the kitchen. She hadn't eaten in over 24 hours, her stomach making loud noises.

She halted in her tracks when she saw Anthony sitting on the couch. She was more surprised to see a book in his hands, knowing Anthony wasn't much of a reader.

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