You sat on the edge of your bed, arms crossed, a sour mood etched across your face. The room was quiet and still, until the door creaked open unexpectedly. Rose stepped inside, her soft curls bouncing lightly with each step, her presence as warm and soothing as a ray of sunlight breaking through storm clouds. She hadn’t told you she’d be coming, and the sight of her caught you off guard.

“Why so grumpy, love?” she teased, her voice light and playful, carrying a melody that seemed to soften the weight of your mood. She walked over with effortless grace, her warm eyes full of quiet understanding. Before you could respond, she reached out, brushing a few stray strands of hair behind your ear, her touch gentle and deliberate, as if coaxing the tension away.

Her smile lingered, calm and knowing, as she stayed close, her presence alone easing the frustration you’d been carrying. Somehow, as always, Rose made the world feel lighter, just by being near.