Rose enters the school bathroom and quickly slams the door. There is no one else in the room, she is alone here. Silence. Rose feels like it pressing on her fragile shoulders. She leans her back against the door and loudly exhales, because she is practically ran here.

When her breathing comes back to normal and heart starts beating slower, Rose closes her eyes. But immediately regrets about it, because she sees Gregory, his image. Rose sees him as clearly as if he were standing here, in front of her. His brown, always messy hair, through which she loved to ran her fingers. His bottle green eyes, serious and happy at the same time. She didn't even notice how it became her favorite color. Rose through that green is the color of nature and life. And Gregory gave her vitality and hope. But also took it away.

Rose immediately opens her eyes, because can't stand to look at him anymore. Her breath becomes frequent again, she feels like someone squeezing her throat. Rose starts to choke and comes to the sink. She wet her hands in cold water and puts them on burning cheeks. Her chest quickly heaves up and heart, which Rose considers broken like a crystal figurine, beats so fast. It's good that she is alone here, in the school bathroom. And no one sees her suffering. Because if someone comes to the room right now probably will think that Rose needs an ambulance.

But an ambulance for broken hearts doesn't exist.

She leans by her hands on the sink and looks up at her reflection in the big mirror. Rose is horrified by what she sees. This girl with tired red eyes and black circles under them is really Rose? She doesn't recognize herself.

"When did I become like this?" Rose whispers to herself. Or to him indeed? Did Gregory made her look and feel like that?  Did he do this to her?

Yes. Yes. Yes.

But Rose thinks that it's she the culprit of her sufferings. Because she knew. She knew from the beginning that it would be like that. She knew that Gregory isn't a hero of her novel.

Rose thinks that the first mistake she made was falling hard for that gleam in his eyes every time he stared at her, thinking that she wouldn't notice.

The second mistake was succumbing to his slight smirk, appears on his face every time Rose was silent or looking at her feet, not knowing what to say in reply on compliments Gregory made to her. No one ever told Rose something what he said. No one ever said Rose that she is beautiful before. "You're wonderful and unique like the sunset. Have you ever seen two identical sunsets? ", once whispered Gregory to her ear.

The third mistake was to get used to his constantly cold hands to which Rose sometimes allowed too much.

Yes, she knew, but stood on the thin blade of knife and danced with the death. She knew about the threat and deliberately chose the wrong way. So, Rose is a masochist?

Yes? No? Maybe?

They're so different, didn't fit together, not right for each other and absolutely not compatible. And everyone around them thinks like that. And Rose knows it too, but the heart wants what it wants. She couldn't resist it. Rose kept telling herself that it's not right, that their relationship will not end well. But her sanity lost in the battle with her once passionate heart.

Rose attentively looks at her face in the mirror. She reproaches herself for the fact that at one moment she began to consider herself a special and unique .

"How can I be so blind and stupid?" Rose berates herself and angrily looks at her reflection. "Look at you! You're like a naive ugly rat, trapped in a mousetrap, how could you even think that you're special?"

Rose quietly groans and the first tear rolls down her velvet cheek. But she doesn't wipe it. She already doesn't care that her makeup will deteriorate and that someone can enter here at any moment. She just doesn't care.

Rose sits on the floor, leaning her back on the wall, "How could you, how could you..." she mumble as if in a fever.

Rose really never considered herself beautiful or at least pretty. An ordinary brown eyes, that lost their luster, an ordinary nose, an ordinary lips. But Gregory thinks that Rose is unique and adorable. Yes, all people are different, but she is different from everyone. And he made her think the same way.

He likes her sonorous laugh and thinks that she have the most infectious laugh in the whole world. Sometimes Gregory thinks that he could listen how she laughs forever.  He likes her smile and becomes very happy when it is he he who cases it. At such moments his soul blossoms like a flower in spring. He likes to look like the wind plays with her long brown hair. In one day Rose wanted to cut them, but Gregory didn't allow.

But most of all Gregory likes her soul, her inside beauty. He thinks Rose's soul is like a universe: unlimited, mysterious and unexplored. It seems no one will ever know Rose completely, there will always be something you don't know about her.

Yes, Rose is very complicated, but people like she attract Gregory most of all. That people are ambitious and multifaceted. They amaze with their charisma and inaccessibility. With that people you want to be around, you want to explore them like a deep ocean. Yes, it's not easy to talk with them and sometimes difficult to understand, but this is why they're so attractive. Very contradictory, yeah? And Gregory can't explain this too.

But the most important question: what does Rose mean for him?