Wahoo 3 chapters in 2 days! I'm on a role! This is really fun. Please let
me know what you think! I'm trying to stay true to the story line outlined
about Rose's life mentioned in to movie, though there may be some mistakes
so… deal with it. Hehe.
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"So warm. His hands are so warm," she thought.
Rose's vision came into focus, and she saw a young man hovering over her.
Rose started. "Who are you, what am I doing here? Am I… am I dead?"
She looked around the small room. It was covered with paintings and art supplies, the walls were seemingly non-existent under the myriad of sketches and pages of writing.
"Oh no, you are very much alive!" the young man chuckled with a soft Scottish accent. "You passed out and, well, I took you back here until you gained consciousness. My name is Joshua Calvert, and it is a pleasure to meet you." He smiled and his eyes lit up. Rose stared deep into his eyes, framed by his beautiful black wavy hair, and saw that he was a good person inside. His eyes themselves were remarkable. Blue and green and brown and gold, all mixed into one. They glimmered when he smiled, and Rose felt herself blush.
He brought her some tea and crackers, which she nibbled on. Taking another look around she said, "So I see you are an artist, Mr. Calvert. Reminds me of someone else I knew." The reference to Jack brought a cold sting to her heart. He was gone. Just gone. And he was never coming back.
Joshua interrupted her train of thought. "Yes I am an artist. I want to paint for a living, but the income just isn't enough, so I may have to take up another job. But I guess as long as I am only supporting myself I guess this will do."
"Well I think it sounds simply wonderful if I do say so myself. I should love to spend my life doing what I want, but I don't know if I ever can."
" Well what would you like to do?" he inquired.
"I want to go everything! I want to act, I want to ride horses bareback on the beach, go to the carnival and drink cheap beer. I want to do it all."
"Well what's stopping you?"
" Well you see, I … uh… I was gonna do that with… with somebody…" she started to cry.
"Oh, oh I see." He said softly. He noticed she was shivering, so he covered her with another soft blanket, put his arm around her and began to sing with a beautiful soft voice,
"I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life"
He kissed her on the forehead and she began to cry.
Ill be is copyright Edwin McCain I think. Hope you like it!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~chaper3~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"So warm. His hands are so warm," she thought.
Rose's vision came into focus, and she saw a young man hovering over her.
Rose started. "Who are you, what am I doing here? Am I… am I dead?"
She looked around the small room. It was covered with paintings and art supplies, the walls were seemingly non-existent under the myriad of sketches and pages of writing.
"Oh no, you are very much alive!" the young man chuckled with a soft Scottish accent. "You passed out and, well, I took you back here until you gained consciousness. My name is Joshua Calvert, and it is a pleasure to meet you." He smiled and his eyes lit up. Rose stared deep into his eyes, framed by his beautiful black wavy hair, and saw that he was a good person inside. His eyes themselves were remarkable. Blue and green and brown and gold, all mixed into one. They glimmered when he smiled, and Rose felt herself blush.
He brought her some tea and crackers, which she nibbled on. Taking another look around she said, "So I see you are an artist, Mr. Calvert. Reminds me of someone else I knew." The reference to Jack brought a cold sting to her heart. He was gone. Just gone. And he was never coming back.
Joshua interrupted her train of thought. "Yes I am an artist. I want to paint for a living, but the income just isn't enough, so I may have to take up another job. But I guess as long as I am only supporting myself I guess this will do."
"Well I think it sounds simply wonderful if I do say so myself. I should love to spend my life doing what I want, but I don't know if I ever can."
" Well what would you like to do?" he inquired.
"I want to go everything! I want to act, I want to ride horses bareback on the beach, go to the carnival and drink cheap beer. I want to do it all."
"Well what's stopping you?"
" Well you see, I … uh… I was gonna do that with… with somebody…" she started to cry.
"Oh, oh I see." He said softly. He noticed she was shivering, so he covered her with another soft blanket, put his arm around her and began to sing with a beautiful soft voice,
"I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life"
He kissed her on the forehead and she began to cry.
Ill be is copyright Edwin McCain I think. Hope you like it!