The wind blew as the sound of stone pattering the ocean hit my ears. There were ripples forming on the surface as I observed the circles getting smaller and disappearing completely. Oceans have now turned away from me, the shore suffering in turn. Thousands of dreams got crushed by your one glance. It craved for your love, your care. But you never threw another glance at me. Because you had him. Always. And I wanted you to be happy.

-The Unwanted Rose (guess who?)

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Sid and I were a thing now. He introduced me to his friends. The same as last lifetime. Harsh and Karthik. One word to describe Harsh would be chatterbox. He was sweet and the number of times he praised me was endless. I was on cloud nine to achieve a fanboy so easily. We laughed on simple things as the other two kept silent. They both were glaring at each other. For what? I had no idea and wasn't interested to know.

Harsh seemed pretty cool and unknowingly he reminded me of someone. Ronnie, my younger brother. I remember his guilty face at my funeral and how disgusting my uncle was. I pledged to save him this time around. I am gonna break in my uncle's house this weekend.

"Rosie you are a catholic, aren't you?" Karthik's question broke me from my thought process. I nodded at his question.

"Won't your parents be disappointed when they know what their daughter is doing with her 'boyfriend'?" He asked his tone a little agressive, putting emphasis on the word boyfriend mocking me.

"Why do you care if my parents are disappointed in me or not?" I retorted glaring at the guy whom I could never figure out. I maintained an emotionless face as he talked rudely to me yet again. Sid never came to my rescue. Choosing to browse through his phone instead of helping his girlfriend. There was a shadow in front of my eyes in my last life concealing the truth. All the clues were right in front of me. His lack of care, indifference for me. He never considered me a lover, just a booty call, who was always ready to entertain him.

"You dress like a prude but your actions speak otherwise-" I cut him off by slamming my hands on the table startling Sid who was typing furiously on his phone moments ago. Three pair of eyes are on me now. Looking at me with pity, confusion and irritation. I met the eyes of the irritated person. If you asked me in my last life what are my feelings for him- the answer would be mutual hatred. But I have seen this very same man who claimed to hate me, die pitifully on my bed. It made me realise he didn't hate me completely. The realisation soothed me from inside. But his words cut through the small attachment I developed for him, when I was truly alone.

"Why do you bother to talk to a imprudish shrew like me?" I hit back my question while standing up realising the whole cafeteria was silent. Collecting my bag I threw back my last words at him before I took off.

"My parents can't be disappointed in me because they are dead"

If I had glanced back at the man that day I would have received my answers. But the stubborn side inside me loved to watch me suffer in future. My biggest enemy was always myself.

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Writer's p.o.v:

A small boy sat near his window complaining quietly to himself. He knew stars wouldn't answer back. When his own parents didn't. He sat there at the window sill gazing at the one am stars. There was something different about the stars at that particular time. The whole city was asleep but the ghostly feeling was yet to arrive. It was calm and beautiful as the moon played hide and seek with the clouds. A crescent moon smiled on him as the boy gloomily wished upon the stars.

He was lonely like the moon. People around him shined bright like the stars as he hid behind the shadow of the clouds. His identity was known by the stars surrounding him. Without them he was a failure. A dull moon seeking light from the bright stars. He sighed regretting his decisions.

The sixteen year old was all alone inspite of having everyone around him. He never realised the schemes they played and agreed to live with them. Even after a few years he felt his heartache. He caressed his shivering hands and stepped down as his alarm beeped. It was time to sleep. He yawned slightly and cleaned his room before going for a bath.

Ronnie was a neat freak. He loved to arrange things in a specific order and if anything was out of place he would panic. Although he had a mild autism, because of lack of care his situation has escalated to this. The young boy changed his clothes and looked at the picture on his wall.

'Rosie, take me back'

The boy whispered before falling asleep.

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So this was chapter 6. I know it was a short, but I hope you enjoyed it.

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