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."

I realized that the world

still end up working. Isn't working all about earning money? Tell me how much you want, I

don't want

boiling point,

into absurdity, Roseanne no longer engaged, pushing the door

movement was quick and urgent, catching Murray

academic courses, the lab work, you were indeed capable and

he could finish, the door slammed shut with a "thud," the

mixed with a silent vow

...

began

and the wind lost its

went to

meeting with the elderly

weather warmed day by day, and Madeleine's health was

research, so busy she hardly had time

Roseanne, she