I'm sorry guys, I fell asleep right after I finished this.
Roses from the Heart
Chapter Twelve – I'm Not Her, I'm Rin; the Delicate Rose
Rin excused herself from the table taking her plate in the kitchen. She later returned and swiped her laptop from the table and headed to her room. Closing the door behind her, she placed her laptop on the desk then turned to her bed and flopped down on it.
She brought her arms to rest around her head on the pillow as she sucked in a deep breath.
When I look at you at times I see Reina but at other times I see Rin. You personality; it is like hers yet unlike hers at the same time.
Rin sighed. He doesn't see me as my own person but as his deceased mate to be. I wish everything hadn't happened. I wish that my home hadn't caught on fire. And even if that weren't the case, I wish I had been caught in the fire with my family.
She began to sob softly into her pillow muffling the sound. Even though she had put up a great façade and played it off like she didn't care, his words had truly hurt her to the core. She hated being compared to others. She was her own person. Her own flower. Her own soul; and a delicate one at that.
It's not fair, she thought as more tears fell. I just want everything to go back to the way that it was.
...
All the while, Sesshomaru stood outside the door listening to her cries. He felt his heart tighten as his hand flew to his chest.
I wonder what... He thought as he backed away from the door slowly and made a beeline for his home office. Picking up the phone he dialed the first number that came to mind.
"We need to talk."