The shock of cold water seeping through her dress was just barely enough to dispel the rising urgency in Rosie's chest to have the conversation. Her head was swirling with all that remained unsaid — when would they ever say all that was meant to be shared — even as she quickly pulled a handkerchief from the pocket to dab at the water. She'd have to dry her sleeve magically, there was no hope for a mere handkerchief solving that issue. As for her skirts - well, at least she now had an excuse to leave.

"It's okay," Rosie said hurriedly after catching sight of the look on his face. "I deserved that. I'm - I'm going to go find my mother so we can leave. I - " she broke off then, her hands falling to her sides with her giving up on drying off here. There was so much she wished to say, so much that could never be spoken. Rosie averted her eyes from his face once more and quietly said, "Goodbye, Mr. Applegate."

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