She couldn’t tell if this decision was the worst or the best she’d made in her life. No, it couldn’t be the worse. The ring she wore easily took that place. Rose currently sat on the other side of the bed, curled up against you, nothing but a flush and a blanket to cover her.

She’d opened up to you about Hugo’s treatment, and while you couldn’t save her quite yet, you’d offered to take her away from it all. At least for a little bit.

Now here she sat, enjoying the softness of your chest as a cigarette rest between her fingers.