The emotional fatigue was wearing on Rosalie, so much so that she'd spent the better part of the afternoon curled beneath the covers of her rented bed as she stared off into space. She still hadn't been able to convince her family to allow her to search for the box, the bracelet was still missing, and Ezra - well, Ezra either didn't believe her or didn't want to. He didn't seem to like her much, which wasn't entirely unfair of him considering her behaviors but -
But talking to him was hard on a normal day. Talking to him like this ... it was simply too much.
She'd all but given up hope on him reaching out about the ring at all when the owl dropped the letter on her windowsill. Rosalie read it with trembling hands and tears of relief cascading down on her cheeks until she'd curled back up into her ball to sob. He'd found the ring and tomorrow they'd perform the ritual and then she could go home. Ezra and she could then return to their prolonged periods of no contact.
Everything would be normal again.
Rosalie had done the best she could to mask any evidence of her emotional afternoon but knew it likely wasn't enough. Her Ezra had always been able to read her like she was an open book. Then again, maybe this version of him wouldn't notice as much. Her eyes were still a bit redder than normal, her hands still shook with nerves she wouldn't be able to steady without a calming draught. Everything else though - from her hair to her dress to the set of her shoulders - was impeccable.
She startled when he was suddenly moving towards her with such strict instructions. Him having questions made sense, but having any sort of conversation about this when his memories were still missing was ridiculous. Another day, that was all he had to wait and then he'd be able to answer everything on his own. The floo was locked before she was even seated though, and she knew from experience the apparition wards on the estate kept her from simply disappearing once she held the ring. "Okay," she agreed a bit reluctantly. "What do you want to know?"
But talking to him was hard on a normal day. Talking to him like this ... it was simply too much.
She'd all but given up hope on him reaching out about the ring at all when the owl dropped the letter on her windowsill. Rosalie read it with trembling hands and tears of relief cascading down on her cheeks until she'd curled back up into her ball to sob. He'd found the ring and tomorrow they'd perform the ritual and then she could go home. Ezra and she could then return to their prolonged periods of no contact.
Everything would be normal again.
Rosalie had done the best she could to mask any evidence of her emotional afternoon but knew it likely wasn't enough. Her Ezra had always been able to read her like she was an open book. Then again, maybe this version of him wouldn't notice as much. Her eyes were still a bit redder than normal, her hands still shook with nerves she wouldn't be able to steady without a calming draught. Everything else though - from her hair to her dress to the set of her shoulders - was impeccable.
She startled when he was suddenly moving towards her with such strict instructions. Him having questions made sense, but having any sort of conversation about this when his memories were still missing was ridiculous. Another day, that was all he had to wait and then he'd be able to answer everything on his own. The floo was locked before she was even seated though, and she knew from experience the apparition wards on the estate kept her from simply disappearing once she held the ring. "Okay," she agreed a bit reluctantly. "What do you want to know?"
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