Author: mandaree1
Description: Rose doesn't bother him. At least, not in the way she used to. He has undeniable proof that she's gone, that he's not some fleshy carrier of her gemstone. It's the stone itself, actually- the fact that, if she were to exist, it would no longer be in him, and he just... he can't. As if on cue, Rose's room opens, spilling warm pink light into the house.Up on my Side, Where it is Felt
