Indigo P.O.V
When Rose was fifteen, she ran away. The whole family was in an uproar, as you can imagine. We looked for her everywhere. We even flew Tom in from America to help us in our search for her. It was useless. We all knew that unless Rose wanted to be found, then there was no chance of finding her. The only person who hasn't accepted that is Tom. Rose has been missing for seven years. And for each and every day of those years, Tom's been searching for her.
It was a stormy, gray Saturday afternoon, and Tom and I were at one of Tom's most frequently visited haunts, the airport.
" Hey Indigo;" Tom's excited voice broke into my thoughts. " Look at that girl over there. It's Rose, I know it! The way she walks, the way she holds herself, and her eyes. They're Rose's eyes, I'm sure of it!"
I sighed. Tom has thought he's seen Rose many times, but, of course every time he was wrong. " Ok, Tom, remember all those times you've thought you spotted her. The time you got personally escorted out by the security guard? The black eye you received from the Rose-lookalike's boyfriend? That one airport you are banned from because you got caught stalking girls that you thought looked like Rose? And how can you tell what her eyes look like? She's wearing sunglasses. Besides, Rose would never dress like that." The girl had on a micro mini brown leather skirt, matching tube top, and brown ballet flats. She was all brown, just like that experiment Rose did, seeing what it was like to be all one color.
I watch in amusement as Tom strutted over to the latest Rose-lookalike, and attempt to start up a conversation with her.
" Hey;" Tom stammers as the girl turns around. " You don't know anyone by the name of Rose, do you?"
The girl flashed him a blinding smile and replied " Well, I know someone named Rosie, but no Rose. She laughed, then said " Sorry."
She flipped a strand of chestnut hair over her shoulder and turned around, preparing to walk away, but then Tom shouted " Wait! Do you...umm...want to...ah.. that is.. look, do you want to go out with me?"
The girl smiled and copied Tom's stutter. "Well, umm, ah, eer, sure. Why not?" And after a brief exchange of their mobile numbers, the girl strutted away.
Only after she walked away, I realized, that for once, Tom was right. She really did resemble Rose.
-So what do you guys think? Should I continue this story?