The night was cold, rain was falling hard outside and the breeze was harsh. Tucked inside by the fireplace, 24 year old Rose Carter sat snuggled up in a blanket and staring at the flames with her dull blue eyes. Those same eyes used to sparkle with such child-like imagination and adventurous wonder, but that all changed two years ago when her fiancé when off to war and never returned. Her body was slender and toned, her feminine curves the perfect size, not too big and not too small. Her blonde hair fell messily over her shoulders in a flawless way, perfectly framing her gorgeous face that held a cute button nose and soft, plump, silky lips. She was beautiful to say the least. So it shouldn't have been hard for her to find another man to spend her life with. That is if she had wanted to. But she didn't, her mind lingered always back to her fiancé, her heart longing for his reassuring touch once again. But she knew it would never come, seeing that he had been missing for two years now. She assumed, along with the army, that he, and the many other soldiers that had gone with him on the mission, were dead. Thinking on these things made her eyes tear up with a pure pain and hurt that would never dim down in her heart. It tortured her, forever making her delicate heart ache for him more and more with each breath she took. She often found herself imagining he was still there, walking down the narrow corridors of their small home and placing her hand gently on the picture frames that held so many memories of the lovers only to think she saw him there for a brief moment before he disappeared and she remembered he was gone. Reality hurt, often leaving her to her daydreams as well as dreams to escape into so that she could see him again. Not a night went by that she didn't cry herself to sleep, missing him with this terrible passion. And here she was once again, sitting in front of the fireplace with teary and blood-shot eyes from some many restless nights without him to hold her and protect her. She had her knees hugged up to her chest with pajama shorts on and one of his old sweatshirts that was much too big for her. But she didn't care about the size, it was as close as she could get to him holding her once again. She had on long socks to keep her feet warm, her chin rested on her arms as she kept her eyes on the flames and cried silently to herself. she jumped a little when her phone rang and she sighed softly seeing the message was from her best friend and she slowly picked the phone ' its been to long Rose. lets go out tomorrow and turn that frown upside down. " she read calmly before she replied calmly with a short message ' alright ' and that was all before she fell asleep with red puffy eyes from crying. the next day arrived and she made her morning routine still wearing the baggy shirt. her phone started to ring. 'Toma' she slowly and reluctantly answered the phone , only to hear the hyper boys plans for today. anyway after trying to pay attention to what he said she got ready and left the house. Toma, a blonde tall male, was her childhood friend, and unlike her, he kept the hyper personality. the two of them met at the cinema. Rose forced a light smile on her lips, making Toma blush. his eyes scanning her. she was wearing a light blue summer dress, and like always, her girlly look was on point.