Chapter Forty Two

Horror

Scared

Shaking

Crying

This is my situation. Who’s going to accept after watching me with my real color? Don’t know how he’s feeling? He needs to know. He saw me now. Then why is he not saying something? Opening my bra I turn. His eyes widened with horror. The Reflection in the mirror describes his situation. His eyes were running everywhere but not on me.

“This is me. Your Rose. With lots of wounds.” Look at me and show me how horrible I look with my burnt skin. Every time I faced myself in the mirror I saw only old Rose with tears and wounds. This is the real pain I’m holding on my back and my front. Look at me and say I don’t want you.

“Speechless huh? Don’t ask me who did that and why? Reject me if you want. I can accept your decision.”

“You’re the same for me and I’m never going to raise a question on you. But let me clear one thing when I saw you, I saw you whole. You’re always a perfect and beautiful Rose. I’m thinking about the situation, your tears, your pain. How much?