The arrangements to leave in the morning were halted due to Rosalie not being in any condition to travel. In fact, she was in no condition to do anything but to sleep the day away, only waking up later in the night after having lost consciousness that morning. She opened her eyes and the first thing they laid on was the ceiling and the sheer drapes of the four poster bed. She was in her bedroom in her apartment, alone, where it all happened that morning.
Her body felt immensely heavy yet she was able to raise her head and look at the table where she had been sitting that morning. As the tears flowed down the corners of her eyes and the sides of her face, running into her ears and down to stain some strands of her hair and the pillow underneath her, she turned to look at the wall and saw t
