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Rosa wonders what would help make Caden feel better. She goes into the kitchen and begins cooking
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Caden goes outside and sits on the backporch,mind occupied with thoughts,stress,even sadness.Guilt washed over him,knowing it was him who should've gotten hurt. My name is Caden Ortiz.Im 21.Why am I not dead?I should be dead. (also does Rose have any trauma or nah?)
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(Maybe...) Rosa stepped outside, with his favorite dish in her hands. She placed it down silently and then walked back inside.
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(mwahahah) Caden snapped out of his trance and looked at the food. "макароны?!Thank you!!" He exclaimed before digging in.
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Rosa hugged him. "I'm here for you, if you ever wish to talk. If you never want to talk about it, I'll still be here"
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Caden hugged her back. "Thank you.It's....not a very.....easy topic for me to talk about." He said,face returning to a frown.
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Rosa nods, "I understand. I have topics like that of my own" she says resting her head on his shoulder. "I can leave if you wish, I understand if you want somemore time by yourself"
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"Stay.Go make yourself a plate of this.I know theres more." Caden said,smiling. Man,would appreciate some time by myself but,otherwise id be seen as rude.Whatever,i'll come out here tonight.
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Rosa nods, going inside. She could tell by his expression he wanted to be alone, so she did not go back outside
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Caden waited for her,not eating.His food grew on the brink of being cold,so he ate with a sigh.Once he finsihed he went inside. "Why did'nt you come outside?" He asks,confusion lingering.
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