MATEO
Roseline is seated in front of the dressing mirror when I wake up.
"Good morning, baby," she says, her gaze focused on her reflection as she works on her hair.
"You're up early," I say.
"Yeah, Louis already brought the car," she says, turning to smile at me as if all is well. I want to plead with her and ask her to stay but nothing I'll say is going to change her already made-up mind, she wants to leave. Between her and Naomi, I'd choose her but for some bizarre reason, I was tongue-tied when she asked me to choose.
"Do you really want to go?" I ask and she stands up, walking over to sit next to me.
"I don't want to go, Mateo," she says, "I'm going because I have to go. I'm going because I want to give you time to decide whether you want me or not. I'm going because I want you
