Intro
~Nathanial P.O.V~
I’m watching her, her lovely dance as she’s serving coffee. She has her own bakery shop and I’m proud that her dream came true. Her curly beautiful hair and those plump lips are still the same.
Though I’m sad I’m not on her side, making her dreams come true.
Her apron fit’s her perfectly shaping her curves, and showing her long-tanned legs.
It’s been 4 years since I left her without warning, without even saying goodbye.
I wish I could tell her why, but I can’t.
I’m a coward. I can’t face myself to see her and see her face.
All these years I have been watching her, following her, loving her in the dark. I’ve been her guardian angel, and the day has come. For me to reveal my mask, and blind her with the truth. My truth, the reason I came back.
But there’s one problem, she’s in love with someone else. They aren’t dating yet, but I can see it. I can see the way she smiles when they see each other. The way she hugs him, the way she blushes. I know she’s in love with him, she used to do that when she was with me.
I wait outside until she finishes work, which is at the same time 6 P.M. I follow her to her house, I’m so proud of her she moved on without me. She has her own business her own house, I’m glad our break-up didn’t destroy her, or else I would kill myself for harming her.
Though she happily moved on, I don’t want her in the hands of Stephen.
Stephen Atlas.
A lawyer.
He’s 20.
He’s everything she wants.
Charming, hard worker, funny, and socially presentable.
Me.
I’m a nobody, a fucked up man with a fucked up future. I want to reset my future before chaos unleashes and before my death.
My death.
I want to be happy with her by my side, I have a few months left or so. I don’t have a disease or anything, but there are some guys after me.
She finally walks into her room, and I go inside the hotel which is across from it.
I grabbed the telescope and watched the windows.
She’s already sleeping.
My angel.
My beautiful red rose.
She’s beautiful, sweet, and strong, and with those thorns, she can hurt me. She will be the death of me.
What am I going to do? I have few days left until they find me again.
I’m tired of the bloody mess I’ve done, of all the murders and everything.
I’m in charge of everything, I’m the culprit. But I need to restart, restart by your side.
My Rosalia. Sweet dreams, because I’m coming your way.
