"Rose?" called Paul back. This time the tone of worry was clear from his voice. "What's wrong?"
"Did you see it?" Before Paul answered, Rose had already answered himself back, "Of course you saw it."
"See what...?"
"My face."
Rose only heard the sound of raindrops pouring behind the window outside for a while. That sound and the sound of Paul's breath, which had become a calming rhythm.
"Yes," replied Paul, "And Rose is the prettiest woman I've ever seen!"
Huh?
–the story is currently being edited and removed to w*****d under the same penname :)–
–the story is currently being edited and removed to w*****d under the same penname :)–
–the story is currently being edited and removed to w*****d under the same penname :)–
–the story is currently being edited and removed to w*****d under the same penname :)–
–the story is currently being edited and removed to w*****d under the same penname :)–
–the story is currently being edited and removed to w*****d under the same penname :)–
–the story is currently being edited and removed to w*****d under the same penname :)–