I never lied.
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"Wait up, Rose!"
Rose. What a horribly egotistic name. Why should anyone think you'd end up with a look of floral beauty personified? What if you're ugly, and look like a withered sea-weed instead?
"Where have you been? I've been calling your name for ages. Why are you walking so fast? Hey, don't run away now! I just caught up with you!"
Why do you laugh when you see me running away and think I'll stop just because you've reminded me of the troubles of catching up with one so unresponsive?
"Are you…doing that ignoring thing again?"
Don't sweeten your light-hearted tone with concern and disbelief, thinking I'll answer just because you remembered my usual temperament; don't deface me with an idealistic picture
of yours of me.
I was always unsociable.
"Ooo..kay. So you're not up to talking right now? Right, I get it."
Don't shoot me sideway glances thinking I'll take pity on a hand reaching out and decide to take it on second thought – on realization that this would be good instead of threatening.
"ROSE?"
Don't boom at me in anger and annoyance. I don't want to talk to you and I made that clear. I'm not who you see when you walk towards me with a smile of recognition and joy.
"You avoid me and I'm sick of it. Stop walking away from everything. You need to stay and talk sometimes."
I don't avoid you; how can I avoid someone I don't know, I don't see? You think I'm troubled and wanton of help. I am not. You think I see you benefiting me? I think you meddlesome.
Who said I was walking away? I'm merely going my separate path.
Why should I stay somewhere I repulse myself by lingering at
And talk to you in pretension?
Don't label me. I'm not emo. I'm not difficult. I'm not dramatic. I'm different. I don't need you if I don't think we'd work together. Can't you accept that?
A/N: This reminds me of something I'd see one of my friends writing, but she's much more precise than this. Is it random? Absolutely. Is it truthful? I think you should decide that.
I know I shouldn't have to say this but it's just based on Rosalie's basic persona. I felt nothing like Stephanie Meyer Clichéd when writing this.