Rosie thought to refuse the glass, not out of concern for its contents but because taking anything from him felt like it meant something. It was more than a glass of water to her — it was him caring for her well-being, him thinking enough of her current state to offer a possible solution. It was the act of a partner, is what it was. Ezra ought to have let her leave or have left himself. They weren't partners anymore, they weren't anything.

However, refusing the glass would only bring to light all that remained unspoken between them. It would create cause for further animosity and make room for an argument. There was already so much pain shared, Rosie didn't wish to cause any more.

"Thank you." She said after a significant pause. It wasn't fair of her to miss him this much, not when she was the one to leave. It wasn't fair of her to want to beg him to sit besides her, to pretend for just a minute that they were the same Rosie and Ezra of last year. She was supposed to be more healed by now, anyway. Love for him wasn't supposed to be an emotion she still felt, and yet, as she looked up at him, Rosie felt a plea for forgiveness burning in the back of her throat. Forgiveness and pleas for reconciliation. Anything to make this not hurt so much.

Except, that wouldn't be fair of her. And he remained cursed. And she could never be the woman to suffer through such a loss intentionally.

Rosie remained silent.

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