Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Everything familiar was thick with irony.

Why? Why did he ever say those things?

Looking back, he felt like he was under some spell, acting on whim without realizing her pain and despair.

In just a year, Roseanne had moved on, embracing college life, while he was still stuck in this private room. Trapped and with no desire to leave.

Murray's grip on his glass tightened until his knuckles turned white, and then, unexpectedly, he chuckled. The resolve he had when breaking up was now equal in regret. Seeing this, Cliff sighed, unable to persuade him otherwise, he simply joined in.

"Here, Murray, I'll drink with you."

Soon enough, Murray was plastered.

Cliff drove him back to the mansion. Throughout the ride, Murray's eyes were shut tight, mumbling, "Anne...Anne...don't leave me..."

It was tough for Cliff to watch.

Roseanne's relationship from the start.

hesitated to leave.

back at the family home? Can

dark

had been anxiously waiting, lit up at her arrival.

sight of the drunken heap on

was feeling down, went a bit overboard. Can you take care of him?" Cliff said before making a

Cliff turned, puzzled. "Yeah?"

a trash bin in the

know, what

leave your cigarette butts everywhere. You

apology and promised to be

a blanket, tucking him in before muttering her way to the kitchen to

floor upon her return, she sighed, resigned to her fate. She dragged him back to bed like hauling a

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his cheeks,