CHAPTER 25: ROSE

"Rose," a firm voice whispered my name "Rose, wake up."

I felt a hand placed on my shoulder shaking me gently. I groaned into the pillow "I don't want to." My voice was muffled into the pillow

"But we have to get ready. I've something planned for us," the hand moved down and soon a pair of arms were wrapped around my waist and I felt something heavy on my shoulder.

I opened my eyes and tilted my head to find Ryan resting his chin on my shoulder. His eyes were glued to his phone- which he was holding while also holding me- his side profile was towards me.

"Done staring?" His voice startled me, I blinked and he was looking at me.

"Idiot," I muttered and pushed him away, I heard him chuckle as he rolled over.

I stood up from the bed rubbing my eyes, I turned back towards the bed and Ryan was staring. His posture- he was laying on the bed with his right elbow as a support to rest his head on his palm- it made him look attractive.

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

True that.

"What?" I said

He shook his head "nothing. You look cute." He said, slightly smiling. I'm starting to miss his smug face.

I looked down at myself. I was wearing a years old T-shirt- which I stole from my dad- and years old shorts- who's shirt I lost somewhere.

My hair was a mess and I'm probably sure there are dark circles under my eyes.

I looked at Ryan and he was still staring "you're blind." I said and walked towards the restroom to wash up.

Before I closed the door, I heard Ryan say "hurry washing up, we're going out to have breakfast."

I showed him thumbs up then shut the door.

I looked at myself in the mirror.

Ryan's a fucking liar.

I look terrible.

My shirt's all crumbled up- as always- my hair looks like it's been through a war, the dark circles under my eye are very much visible and my skin looks oily.

I took a deep breath before I stormed out and yelled at Ryan for lying.

Instead, I washed up and got ready to take a warm shower.

After I was done, I wrapped a bath robe around myself and plugged in my hair dryer. I turned on the switch and started drying my hair.

After my hair looked decent, I took out my makeup box- good thing, I placed everything in the bathroom so I didn't have to go out.

I don't know where we're going so I decided to do my makeup naturally, not too light and not too dark.

After I was done doing my makeup, I decided to braid my hair. I braided into a french braid like my mom used to.

I paused halfway braiding at the memory. We used to hide in the bathroom from dad whenever he would tell us that we're going out. We'd get ready together then surprise dad with our outfits.

"𝘔𝘢𝘮𝘢, 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦!" 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘞𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺.

"𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳." 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘮𝘢'𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦.

"𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺."

𝘔𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵, 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥.

𝘔𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳. 𝘚𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢. "𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦?" 𝘔𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥

"𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵!" 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝘋𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥.

𝘔𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 "𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺," 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.

"𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢." 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘔𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵.

"𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴."

"Rose!" A loud bang startled me. I found myself staring into the mirror. I noticed tears stained on my cheek.

Was I… Crying?

Another bang.

I flinched and turned towards the door.

"Rose, open the fucking door!"

𝘙𝘺𝘢𝘯.

I stumbled towards the door and quickly unlocked it, I threw it open and Ryan bursted in.

He looked like a mess. His eyes were wide with fear, his brows were messed up, his hair was messed up, it looked like he had been squeezing his frustration on his hair. His eyes were full of worry.

He was In the same condition he was 2 months ago when he caught me lost in my thoughts in the room..

"What the hell were you doing?" His voice was shaky and uneven "I've been banging on the door for the past 15 minutes!"

I couldn't make up words, my throat felt dry, my eyes were burning because of the sudden tears.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

Ryan's eyes softened when he noticed the crack in my voice, I quickly looked down so that he doesn't notice the tears forming in my eyes.

I felt his hand on my chin "Rose," he said quietly and gently lifted my chin up so I look at him "what's wrong?"

He kept our eye contact trying to read me. I pressed my lips together and closed my eyes as a tear escaped "I miss her," I whispered, "I miss her so much, Ryan." My voice came out as a whimper.

Before I knew it, Ryan threw his arms around me, pulling me closer to his chest. My body vibrated through my sobs as I buried my face into his chest. I clutched his shirt tightly while he stood still holding me.

I don't know for how long I was sobbing, he didn't speak a word or moved. I only felt him lean down and press a soft kiss on my head when my breathing evened.

My eyes hurt because of the tears, I felt tears stained on my cheeks, I was still griping his shirt and I was staring into a blank space.

After gathering my thoughts, I let out a heavy sigh and pulled away, his shirt was stained with my tears.

I looked up at him, his arms were still around me. He still looked concerned.

He brushed few strands of my hair away from my face gently then placed his hand on my cheek, wiping my tears.

"Let's stay in," that's all he said.

I nodded. After such a breakdown, I don't think our day will bring anything better.

He held my hand and took me out of the bathroom, I took my sweats and changed in them.

First day in Paris and I spend it having a breakdown. Great.