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Chapter 4

Rosalee couldn't understand the world anymore. Things had gotten so out of control, and so fast. Last night was really tough and very extreme.

Her best friend had died. She missed her old friend for quite a while now; Juliette had changed greatly and only the shell of her only friend had been there since. Although the monster looked like Juliette, there was little left of the woman she'd known.

Juliette—the old Juliette—was always very loving, friendly and kind, always cared about others. The monster was the exact opposite of her. Full of anger and resentment, bent on destruction and revenge.

Rosalee had noticed it when Juliette was in prison, but she knew it had begun much earlier...

Nick had told her before about how Juliette had treated him, and it made her soul hurt. But Juliette had been right: They all had the blame in the Hexenbiest she became. She did it out of love for Nick, so he could get his Grimm-power back, but they all had their hands in the outcome—even if none of them could have ever anticipated it.

Rosalee was lost in her thoughts and didn't notice Monroe had been watching her for a while now, he leaned against the doorjamb and said nothing, a sad expression on his face.

So much had changed. Everything, really. She hadn't spoken to Nick long, just enough to know that Juliette tried to kill him and Trubel appeared and killed Juliette. Well, the monster that had looked like her best friend...

Rosalee sat at the table and rested her head in her hands. How could she ever again be able to look Trubel in the eyes?

She was so torn... it couldn't have been easy for Trubel either, knowing that Juliette and Theresa had been friends, too. That Juliette had been there for Theresa at the beginning, when she'd just found about being a Grimm and what it meant, helping her through everything right beside Nick. The two hit it off so well...

Tears gathered in her eyes and she sniffled softly. Trubel was the only one not involved with what turned Juliette into the Hexenbiest, and she couldn't imagine the shock that had been to her.

But Trubel had done the only right thing she could do, given the situation. Rosalee couldn't imagine how Trubel must be feeling about it all, as well.

Or Nick.

Sure, Juliette never wanted to be a Hexenbiest but no one had intended it; they all were in involved in the magic, thinking they knew what to expect.

On the one hand she was glad that that issue was finally finished, but on the other hand she felt so guilty... None of this had been Juliette's fault, not exclusively.

Not only Adalind, although she was the one which all the has changed - but the rest was BEEN unintentionally by her - and exactly this she believed her too! But perhaps there was in Juliette's family already has a few Hexenbiest - only no one knew about it and it would be activated when they had performed this spell?

"No, Rosalee, stop here—You're only going around in circles and driving yourself crazy," she said to herself, but aloud and clear enough to get Monroe's attention.

"What's wrong?" He immediately went to his wife and put a comforting hand on her back.

Rosalee looked up and looked at him. "Rollercoaster ride of my thoughts... I have a few ideas about what was the trigger for Juliette's transformation."

"We'll probably never find out what was the reason for it," Monroe pointed out gently. "Stop worrying over it, Rosalee. You'll just drive yourself crazy thinking about it. I know it's easier said than done. But Juliette was also a friend of mine and there's no point in going over and over the 'what if's now... you know? "

"Yes, I know what you mean," Rosalee agreed, sighing softly. "But she was my best friend..." she said, voice choked with the threat of more tears. He stroked her back soothingly, and she enjoyed his attention.

"I know, sweetheart." Monroe leaned toward her and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, "I'm just glad that Trubel is at Nick's. So they can talk together and are there for each other—that's the main thing."

To be Continued?