( There's a soft, empathetic smile at that; she understands. Being that age is... hard. It's so hard. And Rose is listening to the girl quietly, giving all of her attention to what she's saying. )
It is nice, isn't it? To feel... protected, safe. I don't think there's anything wrong with wanting those things.
( Because for whatever happened with her and this boy, for the clearly unsettling aspects to it, the parts she doesn't have to be explicitly told about to understand, Rose firmly believes that much. )
It's...complicated. ( She doesn't mind talking about it. It's something she hasn't really.. gotten to address, truthfully, and maybe she's needed to. ) We weren't... unhappy together, I think. But there were some things we couldn't agree on, and most recently... it had to do with our daughter. Her safety.
( Rose frowns softly. Looking back, the way Christopher had handled things... there's so much anger towards him. )
We never got to resolve any of it, and I'm not sure we were ever going to. Anyway, I'll never know. Back home, I'm... ( She hesitates, only because she's not sure of the right word to use here. Dead? To her husband, she might as well have been. And her last memory of home is a sensation of peace in the face of permanently being away from him. As long as she was with Sharon, she didn't care. )
He thinks I'm dead. And I hope he's... able to move on from me someday.
( Rose blinks, looks a little apologetic. ) I'm sorry. I didn't mean toβ go on a spiel about things. I suppose I've never really talked about it before.
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It is nice, isn't it? To feel... protected, safe. I don't think there's anything wrong with wanting those things.
( Because for whatever happened with her and this boy, for the clearly unsettling aspects to it, the parts she doesn't have to be explicitly told about to understand, Rose firmly believes that much. )
It's...complicated. ( She doesn't mind talking about it. It's something she hasn't really.. gotten to address, truthfully, and maybe she's needed to. ) We weren't... unhappy together, I think. But there were some things we couldn't agree on, and most recently... it had to do with our daughter. Her safety.
( Rose frowns softly. Looking back, the way Christopher had handled things... there's so much anger towards him. )
We never got to resolve any of it, and I'm not sure we were ever going to. Anyway, I'll never know. Back home, I'm... ( She hesitates, only because she's not sure of the right word to use here. Dead? To her husband, she might as well have been. And her last memory of home is a sensation of peace in the face of permanently being away from him. As long as she was with Sharon, she didn't care. )
He thinks I'm dead. And I hope he's... able to move on from me someday.
( Rose blinks, looks a little apologetic. ) I'm sorry. I didn't mean toβ go on a spiel about things. I suppose I've never really talked about it before.