CH 5: Sure

ROSE

He gave me two days to think, but what is even there to think. Grandpa was dying, and I can't do anything about it. A tear fell from my left eye as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. A day has already passed and I haven't decided yet.

After suggesting such an offer, he offered to give me a ride home. Being unable to think I agreed. He didn't bring his driver so drove himself. I sat on the passenger seat and didn't say a word and guess he also didn't say anything.

 After completing the journey back home, I got out in front of my apartment. Being engrossed in my own thoughts I didn't even notice when he opened the car door requesting me to come out. Without looking back I walked inside the building and knocked straight to my apartment door.

Jane opened the door for me, and I don't remember when I put my head off her shoulder and started to cry. I could hear her ask countless times about what has actually happened and why in the hell world I am crying, but I didn't have much strength to answer and started to cry out more. She hugged me hard and started to pat my head down while we both sat down just as on the entry floor. With one hand she held my head while with the other pushed the door to close.

It felt like everything was fading like my heart was slowly moving into a black hole, Jane kept asking me countless times before actually stopping. After a while of comfort, Jane supported me at the dining table.

"Let me make you something, okay ...then we can talk," she said in a pleasantly hopeful baby voice but I didn't respond.

 She moved to our open kitchen hall and got me a glass of water. I gulped the whole glass at once, trying to calm my emotions down.

"I ..I'm going to my room "I struggle to get the words out of my mouth and then walked toward my room to get myself locked.

JANE

I didn't stop her, cause I know she won't. She has always been like this, keeping her problems to herself.

 I remember how I first met her. I met during the freshmen years of our college, we were allocated the same room.

We were a total opposite, I was a social butterfly while she was a complete introvert. I had a hell of lot of friends while she struggled to have even one. I could party the whole night while would study. I use to ask her to come along when she would just always refuse.

 But the scenarios change after the death of my mother. I remember how I locked myself in my room refusing to talk to anyone, but to be true there was no one to even talk to me. All my party friends were the same, partying while I stood crying in my room. While only she was the one who came. She knocked on my door and got me something to eat. Before that, we had never actually talked to each other properly but that day, we talked the whole night. She told me how her parents divorced then how his mother went and her father died And to be true she never really cried over it.

That was the beginning of our never-ending friendship.

ROSE

Throwing my body into the bed, my eyes again began to bleed. It felt cold, the bed.

After mom went away, dad got busy in his whole world, and though we lived in the same house, he would often forget to make a meal for me or even leave me some food to eat. He stopped talking to me or even when he would don't know why it always felt like he would talk in a better way even with the heap of garbage than me. I felt disgusted and after my father's death, grandpa and grandma took me in.

Eventually, things changed, I didn't have many friends so grandpa became my best friend, I would talk to him about my day, night, my goals, and even described to him, all my dreams that I watched for my future. All my high school days went by in his lap. And by the time I graduated, his young heart was detected of a defect and was suggested to be hospitalized.

I got admission to college, at first I would visit every week but gradually it turned in two weeks. But now, I wanted to see him, see him every day, every second, until he dies.

I don't remember when I fell asleep. The next I woke up at eleven and splashed my witty eyes with water. I looked in the mirror and realized that I have already wasted a day of my choice. I wanted to cry but wasn’t the time for it.

"You're strong Rose "I let out a sigh "You can do it ". I whispered looking straight at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I got out of the bathroom and went towards the kitchen, where Jane was making me food, even though it was my day to cook, I didn't say anything. She looked at me and smiled.

“So how is my cry baby?” I used to say that to her back when in college.

“Better,” I said, trying to smile and begin eating the toast she made me.

 “So what happened?” she sat beside me and grabbed me by my shoulder.

I explained to her the whole situation, about grandpa and Ryan.

 “I know you would take the best step,” she told me looking at my eyes and then hugged.

But what if when I don't know what the best step is?

He was right, I do want to see my grandpa happy but getting married to a complete stranger, Is it the only way?

I was completely engrossed in my thoughts when a message popped over my smartphone screen. I looked at it, it was from him.

Though I hadn't given him my number I know he had his own ways. I took my phone and read the message, he wanted to have dinner with me tonight at 7, and he specifically mentioned the Only dinner in curved brackets in a way teasing me.

 I gaze at the message for a while then replied “Sure”

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