Rosalie had made three resolutions to herself upon entering the New Year - the foremost of which being to let her love for Ezra go. She had packed her stacks upon stacks of research into different curses (it was a blood curse, she was certain of that at least by now as nothing else made sense) into a trunk and directed the staff to bury it deep in the basement. Then, not trusting herself to not go looking for it on a particularly weak night, instructed them to hide it elsewhere and return it to her only if asked. She wasn't ashamed to go looking but she would be mortified to ask for a relic of her past, even if the staff had no idea what was packed within.
She nearly included her engagement ring in the trunk as well. It made sense to if she was committed to the idea of moving on. It wasn't as though the ring was serving her well in its hidden box in the bottom of her desk drawer. Rosalie never opened the box anymore, never even lifted it from its designated spot, but she was aware of it as one is aware of a cut or a scab. It was too easy to pick at it, too easy to reopen those wounds and allow the memories back in. However, every time she went to pack the box a deeply rooted sense of panic threatened to choke her. The ring was a step too far still, but some day - hopefully soon - she would be able to pack it as well.
For now, it would live in her desk.
The other resolutions were what set her towards the library on her day off. She'd stopped at the bakery for a small treat and a warm cup of tea first, which was perhaps a mistake because there in front of her holding a stack of books was the very man she was determined not to see.
It would have been easy for them both to keep walking. There was nothing left to say, no apologies left or promises to make. He knew her heart and still didn't want her back. And yet - "oh," she breathed in response, the sweet after taste of the apple tart turning sour in her mouth at his statement. Many had witnessed Noble and her kiss, but it'd been weeks since and nothing was ever going to happen again there. Still, her cheeks turned rosy with embarrassment and shame.
She nearly included her engagement ring in the trunk as well. It made sense to if she was committed to the idea of moving on. It wasn't as though the ring was serving her well in its hidden box in the bottom of her desk drawer. Rosalie never opened the box anymore, never even lifted it from its designated spot, but she was aware of it as one is aware of a cut or a scab. It was too easy to pick at it, too easy to reopen those wounds and allow the memories back in. However, every time she went to pack the box a deeply rooted sense of panic threatened to choke her. The ring was a step too far still, but some day - hopefully soon - she would be able to pack it as well.
For now, it would live in her desk.
The other resolutions were what set her towards the library on her day off. She'd stopped at the bakery for a small treat and a warm cup of tea first, which was perhaps a mistake because there in front of her holding a stack of books was the very man she was determined not to see.
It would have been easy for them both to keep walking. There was nothing left to say, no apologies left or promises to make. He knew her heart and still didn't want her back. And yet - "oh," she breathed in response, the sweet after taste of the apple tart turning sour in her mouth at his statement. Many had witnessed Noble and her kiss, but it'd been weeks since and nothing was ever going to happen again there. Still, her cheeks turned rosy with embarrassment and shame.
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