It'd been years since Rosalie last felt wanted — since that Halloween most likely, when she last strived to be beautiful and caught Ezra's attention once again. The thought of that night and what almost happened in the closet had her disguising her discomfort behind another sip.

"I suppose they do," she replied, her smile having faded some. She suddenly felt lonely, like a ship adrift in an endless empty sea. "It's nice to be wanted," Rosalie then added in a wistful tone

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