He missed her. David wasn't going to lie or deny it. He sat there at the train station, alone repeatedly glancing at his phone though there was no point. Rose was never going to call. He just liked looking at her picture. David smiled thoughtfully at her sparkling hazel eyes and pretty smile. He really wished she was here.
He sighed and placed his phone in his pocket then removed his glasses and rubbed his tired eyes. David hadn't been sleeping much, he still felt bad for not saying goodbye but she told him she never wanted to see him again. He mentally kicked himself for how he handled things and just wished everything could go back to the way they used to be before this mess but there was nothing he could.
Just then the speaker announced it was time to board the train. He slowly stood with his bags then heard Rose's gentle voice in his mind reminding him not to forget his glasses, again. David gave a sad smile and retrieved his glasses before boarding the train.
A month later:
"What do you want to do, tonight?" Amy asked glancing at Rose from behind the newspaper. She shrugged sitting back in her couch. "I don't care."
It had been one month and three weeks since David had gone but it felt longer. Some new neighbors had moved in, an older couple. They were nice, polite and quiet and it was making her miserable. She really missed him.
Amy noticed her friend's gloomy expression and sighed placing the newspaper on the coffee table. "Come on, you have to get over David sometime." Rose grunted. "Why?"
"Because it's making you miserable." She replied. Rose scowled. "He's my first love and I'll be miserable if I want." Amy rolled her eyes and gave up. She continued to read when she noticed something in the entertainment section, an article about David and his artwork.
"Hey," She smiled. "Here's a story about David." Amy said. That got Rose's attention. She sat up. "What's it say?"
Amy began reading. "It says one of his art works is being displayed at the local museum this Friday. It's part of the school's up and coming artists' collection show." She handed her the paper. Rose smiled reading the story. "He finally made it." Rose said softly.
"Well?" Amy said snapping her out of her thoughts. "Well what?" Rose replied. "Aren't you going to go?" Amy asked. Rose shrugged her shoulder. "I don't know. It may not be a good idea."
She scoffed and moved beside her. "Rose," Amy said pointing at the article. "This your chance to talk to him."
Rose tugged her earring and glanced at her. "You think I should?" "Yes!" She said. Rose was tempted and god, how she missed him but would he want to talk to her?
She shook her head. "I don't know," Rose said reluctantly. "What if he doesn't want to speak to me or even see me?"
Amy sighed. "Rose, you two created this mess and you two need to fix it cause' if you don't you're going to lose him…forever."
Rose's heart dropped. She didn't want that and if nothing else she needed to at least tell him how she feels even if he didn't feel the same way about her, anymore.
"You'll go?" Amy asked. Rose nodded. "Yeah, I'll go."
Amy grinned and stood from the couch. "Good," She grabbed her hand. "Come on!" She frowned. "What are we doing?" Amy scoffed. "We've got work to do. We've got to pick out a dress, fix your hair."
"But the art show isn't until Friday night." Rose replied. "Yes but this is important," Amy leaned closer. "We need a battle plan. Now come on!"
Before Rose could respond Amy dragged her to her room to start going through her closet.