Chapter 17:
Raining on your parade.
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Roseanne is truly beautiful.
Severin sits on his armchair, a cup of tea resting in his hands as his eyes focused on his sleeping wife. He had the privilege of staying with her through the night. Roseanne had share stories, one that he had not been aware of. She was slowly opening up to him. The small indication of her interest with every word she would utter, how her lips would pull up the second she shares everything.
It was different from the Roseanne he had remembered.
She used to be so frail, so delicate. Roseanne looked like a fragile glass, one that he couldn’t touch so carelessly or she’ll break. She made no noise, hardly even making any mark inside of his home.
And yet, everything changed as if by some miracle.
Roseanne had begun
