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😳🔥 Okay, now this takes a supernatural, emotional twist — Rose returning when Len has finally built a new life. Here’s how it could unfold:

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THE SPACES BETWEEN US – The Return

It was late one evening when Len sat in the nursery, one hand resting on her small but growing belly. Tripp was asleep in their room, tired after another long day of work. The soft hum of the night wrapped around her like a blanket.

Then came the sound — faint, like footsteps where there shouldn’t be any.

Len turned, heart racing.

And there she was.

Rose.

Not as Len remembered her in the coffin, not broken — but whole, glowing faintly, eyes wide and wet with tears.

Len’s breath caught in her throat.

> “Rose…?”

Rose nodded, voice shaking.

> “You married him.”

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Len stood slowly, hand instinctively covering her stomach.

> “I thought you were gone.”

Rose’s lips trembled.

> “I was. I am. But I couldn’t stay away. Not when… not when you chose him.”

Her voice cracked into something raw, almost childlike.

> “I loved you first, Len. Do you know how it felt? Watching from the other side, watching you move on, laughing, smiling, holding someone else the way you used to lean on me?”

Tears slid down her face — but they glowed, like burning glass.

> “I thought… I thought it was supposed to be us.”

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Len’s own tears blurred her vision.

> “Rose, I loved you. I still do. But you left me. Not because you wanted to, but because the world took you. And I had to keep living. If I hadn’t… I would’ve died too.”

Rose shook her head violently, clutching her chest as if the ache could kill her again.

> “But you’re pregnant, Len. You’re building a life with him. And I’ll never get to be part of it. I’ll never hold your child, never see you grow old. And it hurts. It hurts so much.”

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Len stepped closer, trembling but firm.

> “I carry you with me every day. You’re in the way I laugh, the way I breathe, the way I love. You’re not gone from me, Rose. But I can’t stop time for a ghost.”

For a long, painful silence, Rose only stared — torn between rage and grief, between love and the endless dark she came from.

Finally, her shoulders collapsed.

She sobbed, hands covering her face, the sound not human but heartbreak itself.

Len reached for her — and for a moment, her hand passed through air, then warmth, then nothing at all.

Rose looked at her one last time, eyes filled with unbearable longing.

> “Cherish him, then. But don’t forget me.”

And with that, she faded, her sobs echoing long after her figure vanished.

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Len fell to her knees, cradling her belly, whispering into the quiet:

> “I’ll never forget you, Rose. Never.”

In the silence that followed, it almost felt like the wind answered — soft, broken, but real.

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👉 Would you like me to push this further and make Rose’s return not just a ghostly visit — but the start of something darker? Like her spirit lingering, torn between protecting Len and haunting her because of jealousy?