Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

"Come on, Roseanne, I know you're in there. Open up. Let's talk."

"Roseanne! Can you hear me?"

...

"Way to go, Roseanne, way to go! Locked the door, huh? You think that will stop me?"

From pleading to calm and gradually raging, Murray's patience was thinning by the moment.

As he was about to give up and turn away, he was caught off-guard by a pair of stern eyes. Frozen, Murray frowned deeply.

Owen stood on the steps in the dimly lit, narrow stairwell, seemingly having just climbed up to this floor.

Given the time, it was clear why he was there.

After the fiasco with Corley and Owen's showing up, Murray was infuriated yet realized that the guys around Roseanne weren't so nobodies.

background. It turned out Owen was the youngest of the Reynolds family. No

indifferently, "What if I

"You should know what

Owen challenged, "And?"

"If you were smart, you'd

I'm famously not the

mine! She was. She's throwing

frowned. "She's a person, not an object. She doesn't belong to anyone. If she did,

because she loves me too much." "Don't believe me? Knock on her door yourself. She won't open it for you, either. So, stop

Murray walked past him, striding down

in confusion. He knew Roseanne wouldn't open the door for him. To be precise, she wouldn't open it for anyone

...

under a clear blue sky, the sound of waves was constant. The turquoise waters allowed

ago, Roseanne

for the holidays, she'd been sleeping in out of sheer boredom. On a whim, she suggested a spontaneous trip

Leda mused, chin in hand, "how about the