John kept staring at Rose's picture in the paper and the words still rang
in his head, over and over, like a film.
'They must have loved each other very much.'
He couldn't understand.
Hot tears burned his cheeks, as he read the article over and over.
'They must have loved each other very much.'
He felt the sudden warmth of hot spring rain falling down on him.
He looked up at the grey sky and saw little diamonds leaving heaven.
The drops grew bigger and departed the sky too quickly not to hurt.
John stood up and ran out of the park, knowing that running home would be too far to not get drowned.
The only one who lived close was Rose and without any other possibility he pointed his feet towards her flat, knowing how hard it was going to be to face her again.
He ran through the deserted streets like a madman with in his head only the things he wanted to say to Rose.
He was angry with her, why didn't she tell him the truth.
Why did she lie to him after he had told her he loved her?
Why didn't she just say the truth, that would have hurt but at least it wouldn't have been this painful.
The little stones of water cut his flesh and he was soaked when he finally reached Rose's apartment building.
The hall was cold and drafty but he was out of the rain.
John quickly made his way up to Rose's place, without making too much noise.
The green door looked at him in a threatening way.
He clung onto the newspaper that still was in his hand.
Would he show it to her?
He decided to make a stone of his heart and knocked hard.
Rose looked up from her writing table, surprised.
Tears still burned her eyes and made her almost too blind to find the door.
She quickly rubbed the tears away with the back of her hand as she opened the door.
Before her stood John, as wet as a drowned cat and with an expression on his face that meant no good.
"John." was all she managed to say.
"May I come in Rose?" he tried to make his voice sound friendly.
He saw that she had cried and he hoped she wouldn't notice that he had done the same.
"Of course. Come in." it sounded weak and absent.
"I've got something to show you." John said holding the paper up.
In his eyes the pain and disappointment returned.
"What is it?"
He threw the paper onto the table and sat down.
"I want you to read this." as he opened the front page.
Rose took a step back as she saw the headline.
"It's about Cal, isn't it?" she asked unnecessary.
"And about a lot more." John tried not to sound so bitter.
Rose gave him that awkward look again as she took the paper in her hands.
Her eyes flew over the letters, her anger rising with every word she read.
"These are lies, John every word of it." Rose said not understanding why he seemed so cross with her.
"And these are lies too I presume." He pointed his finger on the little part on the bottom of the page, where the only truth in the article was hidden.
Her heart missed a couple of beats as she read the few words of truth.
All she could do was stare at her feet while John lost his temper.
"Why did you lie? Why didn't you just tell me? I don't understand you, Rose. Was it a lot of fun to see me suffer? You are so selfish, did you ever even think about my feelings?"
Rose sobbed quietly as John continued: "And where is he now then? Ran out on you when you had no more money? Suddenly he realized he didn't love you anymore now that you were poor? Tell me Rose, where is he now?"
Rose looked at him for the first time since he had started to yell, and John could see hate in them.
"He's dead now, John, on the bottom of the Atlantic to be exact! He died for me! He died so I could live" She screamed hysterically.
All John wanted to do was to get out and pray he never would have said the things he had.
He saw the despair and sorrow in Rose's eyes clearly for the first time in his life.
Suddenly, all out of energy, Rose sat down and rocked herself back and forth.
"He's dead, he's dead..." she whispered to no one.
The tears still flew down her cheeks and dripped onto the floor.
Dazed John looked at his hands as the true depth of Rose's fury sank into him.
Regret filled his body as he stood up and put his hand around Rose's shoulder.
Rose quickly shoved his hands off of her and continued sobbing.
John suddenly felt an incredible anger well up in his body and stormed out the door.
Outside he could still hear Rose crying in a desperate tone.
For a second he grabbed the latch but let go of it just as fast.
He ran out of the building back into the raging rain which seemed to calm his nerves a little.
'They must have loved each other very much.'
He couldn't understand.
Hot tears burned his cheeks, as he read the article over and over.
'They must have loved each other very much.'
He felt the sudden warmth of hot spring rain falling down on him.
He looked up at the grey sky and saw little diamonds leaving heaven.
The drops grew bigger and departed the sky too quickly not to hurt.
John stood up and ran out of the park, knowing that running home would be too far to not get drowned.
The only one who lived close was Rose and without any other possibility he pointed his feet towards her flat, knowing how hard it was going to be to face her again.
He ran through the deserted streets like a madman with in his head only the things he wanted to say to Rose.
He was angry with her, why didn't she tell him the truth.
Why did she lie to him after he had told her he loved her?
Why didn't she just say the truth, that would have hurt but at least it wouldn't have been this painful.
The little stones of water cut his flesh and he was soaked when he finally reached Rose's apartment building.
The hall was cold and drafty but he was out of the rain.
John quickly made his way up to Rose's place, without making too much noise.
The green door looked at him in a threatening way.
He clung onto the newspaper that still was in his hand.
Would he show it to her?
He decided to make a stone of his heart and knocked hard.
Rose looked up from her writing table, surprised.
Tears still burned her eyes and made her almost too blind to find the door.
She quickly rubbed the tears away with the back of her hand as she opened the door.
Before her stood John, as wet as a drowned cat and with an expression on his face that meant no good.
"John." was all she managed to say.
"May I come in Rose?" he tried to make his voice sound friendly.
He saw that she had cried and he hoped she wouldn't notice that he had done the same.
"Of course. Come in." it sounded weak and absent.
"I've got something to show you." John said holding the paper up.
In his eyes the pain and disappointment returned.
"What is it?"
He threw the paper onto the table and sat down.
"I want you to read this." as he opened the front page.
Rose took a step back as she saw the headline.
"It's about Cal, isn't it?" she asked unnecessary.
"And about a lot more." John tried not to sound so bitter.
Rose gave him that awkward look again as she took the paper in her hands.
Her eyes flew over the letters, her anger rising with every word she read.
"These are lies, John every word of it." Rose said not understanding why he seemed so cross with her.
"And these are lies too I presume." He pointed his finger on the little part on the bottom of the page, where the only truth in the article was hidden.
Her heart missed a couple of beats as she read the few words of truth.
All she could do was stare at her feet while John lost his temper.
"Why did you lie? Why didn't you just tell me? I don't understand you, Rose. Was it a lot of fun to see me suffer? You are so selfish, did you ever even think about my feelings?"
Rose sobbed quietly as John continued: "And where is he now then? Ran out on you when you had no more money? Suddenly he realized he didn't love you anymore now that you were poor? Tell me Rose, where is he now?"
Rose looked at him for the first time since he had started to yell, and John could see hate in them.
"He's dead now, John, on the bottom of the Atlantic to be exact! He died for me! He died so I could live" She screamed hysterically.
All John wanted to do was to get out and pray he never would have said the things he had.
He saw the despair and sorrow in Rose's eyes clearly for the first time in his life.
Suddenly, all out of energy, Rose sat down and rocked herself back and forth.
"He's dead, he's dead..." she whispered to no one.
The tears still flew down her cheeks and dripped onto the floor.
Dazed John looked at his hands as the true depth of Rose's fury sank into him.
Regret filled his body as he stood up and put his hand around Rose's shoulder.
Rose quickly shoved his hands off of her and continued sobbing.
John suddenly felt an incredible anger well up in his body and stormed out the door.
Outside he could still hear Rose crying in a desperate tone.
For a second he grabbed the latch but let go of it just as fast.
He ran out of the building back into the raging rain which seemed to calm his nerves a little.
