  All We've Lost
      &quot;Maybe I should just find a rebound. Although I don't know if it counts as a rebound since Rosie and I never dated.&quot;
      Ryder narrowed his eyes, his face scrunching in distaste. &quot;That sounds like a horrible idea. You'd hate every second of it.&quot;
      Anthony rolled his eyes. He poured himself some coffee and popped toast into the toaster. He knew he'd hate everyone second of it. He didn't even like the sound of it and knew very well he most likely wouldn't be able to go through with it. He just needed any sort of help in stopping feeling so sad.
      &quot;It will temporarily help me stop thinking about her.&quot;
      &quot;No,&quot; Aatalo spoke firmly, not looking at the boys. He sat in Ryder and Anthony's living room, his feet propped up on the coffee table and a book in his hands.
      Anthony quirked an eyebrow. &quot;Why not?&quot;


  Schemed Evening
      &quot;This is such a ridiculously terrible idea. He's not even going to show up.&quot; Rosie paced back and fourth in Aatalo's loft, shaking her head frantically.
      Aatalo walked to stand in front of her, placing his hands on her shoulders to stop her. &quot;Rosie, my dear, look at me. Take a deep breath.&quot;
      Rosie listened, staring at him intently as she inhaled deeply.
      Aatalo nodded slowly. &quot;You have to exhale too.&quot;
      Rosie exhaled. &quot;Right.&quot;
      &quot;Tonight is your first exhibition back home. You're going to win over the cities heart the same way you won over Paris.&quot;
      Rosie wrinkled her nose, shaking her head. &quot;I created a whole new set of paintings in a week. They're not even good.&quot;
      Aatalo sighed, smiling faintly. &quot;They are perfect.&quot;
      Rosie heaved out a heavy breath, walking 

  Mourning Day
      Days had passed since Rosie and Anthony's big falling out. They hadn't seen or spoken to one other. Rosie would be very cautious every time she left her apartment, acting like a spy or ninja to make sure she wouldn't run into Anthony in the hallway or elevator.
      Aatalo walked into one of the local bars, walking over to the counter to see Tamara sitting on a stool. &quot;Where is he?&quot;
      Tamara jabbed her thumb over her shoulder, pointing towards Anthony who was sitting in a booth all by himself. His head was drunk as he sipped on a cocktail, a few empty glasses and beer bottles already sitting on the table.
      &quot;I don't know what to do. His depression is depressing me.&quot;
      Aatalo sighed as he motioned for the bartender to pour him the same thing Tamara was drinking. &quot;Have you talked to Rosie?&quot;
      &quot;Not at all. She's keepin

All We've Lost
      &quot;Maybe I should just find a rebound. Although I don't know if it counts as a rebound since Rosie and I never dated.&quot;
      Ryder narrowed his eyes, his face scrunching in distaste. &quot;That sounds like a horrible idea. You'd hate every second of it.&quot;
      Anthony rolled his eyes. He poured himself some coffee and popped toast into the toaster. He knew he'd hate everyone second of it. He didn't even like the sound of it and knew very well he most likely wouldn't be able to go through with it. He just needed any sort of help in stopping feeling so sad.
      &quot;It will temporarily help me stop thinking about her.&quot;
      &quot;No,&quot; Aatalo spoke firmly, not looking at the boys. He sat in Ryder and Anthony's living room, his feet propped up on the coffee table and a book in his hands.
      Anthony quirked an eyebrow. &quot;Why not?&quot;
      &quot;No,&quot; Aatalo repeated, tone straight. &quot;No rebounding.&quot; Of course Aata

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