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Rose listened to the voicemail, crying |
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He arrived back at the house with Kylie, taking a quick shower and flopping down beside her. |
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Rose had fought his memories out of her mind for so long it ripped her open to hear from him again. She hadn't wanted to, knowing this is what would happen. |
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Caden watched as Kylie drifted off in his arms that night, seeing Rose's face plastered on hers. |
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Rose struggled all night, eventually choosing to just head to the cliffs to jump A hiker saw her as she jumped, calling police who took her to the hospital, barely alive |
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Caden had wrecked the camaro he'd bought for her years ago, buying an exact replica and delivering the keys to her doorstep with a tag that read: Kinda wrecked the one all those years ago, thought i'd get a replacement for ya. In his slanted writing. He thought she'd ignore it, though he hoped she wouldn't. |
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The hospital was able to take care of her enough to let her go. She saw the keys and his note before breaking down sobbing again. She clutched the keys in her hand like a lifeline before walking into the house |
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Caden was going through the house, replacing all the photos of Rose with ones of him and Kylie--a few of Murphy too. |
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Rose cried herself to sleep |
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Caden was sitting in a coffee shop the next morning, waiting on a client to show up. |
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Bright Sunshine with a few High Clouds
