A wild beast arose bringing with her all the fury of a being forced to a half existence. Freed from the responsibility of being the protector, she relished the liberty to do as she pleased—life would be much more interesting now.
Remembering the previous night, Rosalie made plans for acquiring the morning-after pill. If that didn't work, there were always the abortion clinics—it wouldn't be the first time she had to resort to extreme measures.
But first things first: she had to get rid of the evidences of her other nightly activities. Looking over the mangled body of her one-time lover, Rosalie wondered if she should feel sorry for him. Shrugging away the uneasy feeling, she smiled in satisfaction when her mind worked out the perfect solution to the problem at hand.
Packing the few things she liked, Rosalie looked over the place that had been a sort of home to her. The drabness of the colors, the shabbiness of the furniture translated Rose's bland personality to perfection—boring, ordinary, repressed … No, Rosalie wouldn't miss this place.
A few hours later, she was on her usual spot at the diner when the television showed the crying faces of the few survivors of a fire that consumed an entire building.
Her former apartment building.