Sky Of Roses

Love. Love can do so much but still so less. I used to think Love was a worthless option that only can end with tears, tissues, and a lot of ice cream. That was til I met her. Her smile, Her silky skin. Her chocolate hair of waves. She was my muse, and I was hers. She was a nurse. I was in the navy. This "her" was Rose, Rose Smith. She was perfect, so her name fits her perfectly. Her soft red lips and her funny personality caught my eye. Seeing the pain in her eyes was the last thing I wanted

It was as of July 7th

1939. The trauma of World War 1 was still in my veins as I tried to run from the sounds of the big biggest fear was not the past but the future that might await. I open my eyes, open my eyes to see the sun. The light burns my bright blue eyes, and I feel the calming breeze. I look around to see kids playing in the sand and others surfing the monsters coming my way. Then, I see her. The most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Her hair soared in the wind. Her eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky. My mind was only set on her, and her only. Step out of my imagination to see me walking toward the girl. I was shivering in terror like prey as they ran from the predator. I stood there, one hand holding my heart down like a beat, the other on my head.

"Uhm, hello." She asked. I was going to say something, I really was, but something caught all my words in a jar and locked it away. "Hello? Am I talking to myself or what?" I get out of my paranormal phase and finally say things. "Um, hi" I looked at her one last time and nearly fainted. I finally spoke, "Hi, I'm Jacob Sternmill. We were in the same classes at Benstonereddened Her. She has like she had seen something astonishing. "You were that kid who would never stop drawing the flowers right outside history class!" How does she remember that? The Roses. That was years ago. She was always drawing roses while waiting for class to start. She stopped doing that, but I could see she was still fond of roses. "Yeah, that was me." I chuckle.

"Do you know how long it's been since I've spoken to someone?" I have a secret; I am terrified of the outside world. My parents died in a car accident in my first year of high school. It was the first time I was left all by myself. I am pretty intelligent but can't even make a friend. I walk back to the sand and sit down. Well, you're talking to me now?" She said. I look at her. She smiles. "I'm Rose Smith." "I'm Jacob Sternmill," I said.

"Are you friends with them?" She asked. "Yeah. I am friends with Emily. She's a year older than me. I'm friends with her cousin, Hannah. She's a year younger than me." I point to the waves, "And I am friends with Jack." I pointed at him in the distance. "Oh, that's cool! She's my best friend!" She said. I smile. "We have a lot in common," I said. She smiles.

"Do you live here?" She asked. I looked at her. "Yeah, I just moved back from Seattle," I said. "Oh, that's nice! I have a cousin who lives here. His name is Oliver," She said. "You have a cousin named Oliver?" I asked. "Yeah. His name is Oliver Buss." She said. "Oh, that's nice," I said. I look at her. "I'm sorry if I was rude. I don't like people much." I said. "It's okay," She said. "You look like you're having a rough time." She said.

"Well, I got to go! Have to go to work!" "Oh, okay! See you around!" I yelled while she ran with the wind. I can't believe I just talked to Rose Smith. It wasn't the most incredible chat, but I'm getting there. I went to my apartment after a few hours, and once I opened the door, I was attacked by the mess at every sight. Oh boy, Not only am I embarrassing, I'm the messiest person alive. I clean up and lay in bed. I can't sleep. She is in my mind, and I can't get her out. Why me? Why did she even remember me? I'm not that important. Once I return for the next war, I'll die right after stepping through the door. I hear the screams. The gunshots. The explosions. Rose is out of my mind, but once she was, the trauma stepped right in the take her place in my thoughts.