Slowly he turned his head to look at her, a sleepy, sad look in his eyes. Of she wasn't the Rose any more, the one her mother knew, she wasn't the one he knew.
"Oh," his voice came out as just a whisper, "I assumed that...do you want me to leave?" Because if she wasn't that Rose, did that mean she wasn't his Rose?
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Date: 2010-04-06 08:33 pm (UTC)"Oh," his voice came out as just a whisper, "I assumed that...do you want me to leave?" Because if she wasn't that Rose, did that mean she wasn't his Rose?