Roslyn Trailer
There are different levels of love.
"I love you, Sam." I said as they lowered the casket into the ground and I dropped the rose onto it before slowly turning away.
First love.
"Roslyn…" I repeated and smiled at the little girl in my arms.
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"You need to get your act together, Nick! Life is no game, especially when you're responsible for more than one!" He yelled at me as I stood there defeated, knowing my father was damn right.
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"You're dad loves you, I can tell." She said without a doubt in her eyes.
Family love.
"Miley, I'm scared as hell to want you. I'm in love with you and it scares me that I fell in love with someone other than the mother of my child." I admitted as she stood there, tears in her eyes, her face torn and broken. There was this unbreakable need for her, whereas I couldn't live without her.
And the strongest level of love,
"I love you." Her voice sang out.
"I love you." I responded as our lips met in a soft, open mouth kiss.
True love.
But love doesn't just happen.
There's always a reason, a reason for meeting the people you love.
The people that change your life. Forever.
"Wanna go out sometime?" She asked me, sitting down across from me in the library.
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"I can't believe we've been dating for two years. Happy anniversary." I said and took her hands into mine.
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"Nick, I want my first time to be with you." Sam said softly. I nodded.
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"Mom… I did something terrible." My voice was shaky and she looked at me with love and care in her eyes.
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"He'll never get over it, Mom. You can't get over something like this, because it's not going away. You know that. You know Sam and I decided to keep the baby and as long as this baby is in our lives it's just a reminder to him of how much I screwed up."
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"She's so adorable is this your baby sister?" The girl asked and I was tempted to lie. "Gosh, it's amazing how much you guys look alike."
"Uh, no. She uhm, she's my daughter." I bit my tongue in anticipation of a response.
She nodded understandingly, "Mom's takin' a break?"
"She passed away." I choked out.
"During child birth?" Curiosity and sorrow filled her expression.
"Suicide."
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"Nick, I'm sorry about Sam. I understand what it feels like to lose someone."
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"Why won't you let me all the way in!?" She shouted, pushing her hands onto my chest, trying to shove me back.
"I spent two years building walls to shut everyone out and then I met you and I let you in, Nick! I let you in… I let you in." Her vicious tone turned to sobs.
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"You love her."
"I don't know how not to."
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"I can't move on. I may think I have, but then I look at her and see Sam, and I'm reminded every day."
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"Nick, it's okay to still love her. I won't hold it against you."
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"There's something between us that makes me feel good inside." She smiled at me.
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"I can't afford to lose anyone else important to me."
"Who are you planning on losing?"
Sometimes we need to lose someone we love to gain someone we can't live without.
"I'm Miley." She said pleasantly, holding out her hand.
I grasped it, "Nick." I said.
"And this is Roslyn."
A/N: Let your imagination run wild. ;)