Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

But now... It all seemed pointless.

Late affection was worth less than the dirt under one's shoes.

Roseanne's face remained expressionless as she listened to him, her hand firmly on the doorknob, a defensive stance.

"I'm sorry, but no," she said, pausing between each word. There would be no forgiveness, no reconciliation.

Murray's temper flared visibly. "Why? Just tell me why! You refused to get back together because of Millie, and now that I've left her, why are you still unwilling?!" He had given up so much, how much more did she want?

In contrast to his rage, Roseanne was much calmer: "Once upon a time, you were my everything. To me, you were all that mattered."

For him, she had given up her dreams of graduate school.

At the height of their love, he was her entire world, the one she wanted to spend her life with!

Murray's eyes brightened instantly, his voice urgent, almost frenetic. "Can't it be the same now? If you're willing, we can go back to how things were."

Roseanne looked down, shaking her head. "No one stays in the same place forever. Neither you nor I."

we separated, I realized that the world is full of interesting

Murray's face. "Worth pursuing? Graduate school? Studies? But even if you finish your master's, you'll still end up working. Isn't working all about earning money? Tell me how much you want, I

now you're saying you don't want money? Do you think I'll believe that? Or was it all about the money from

anger reached a boiling point, and

stray further into absurdity, Roseanne no longer

and urgent, catching Murray off guard and

capable and

door slammed shut with a "thud," the echo

force of the closure startled Murray, anger mixed with a silent vow to make her regret

...

as spring began

on branches, and the wind

went to visit

the elderly lady since the new

warmed day by day, and Madeleine's health was

to the forefront of her research, so busy she hardly had time

Roseanne, she