  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 

  Forever
      One Year Later
      Rosie and Anthony walked down the bustling busy street, hand in hand. The grey clouds filled the sky, the light sound of thundering notifying them that it would rain soon.
      Anthony smiled down at her. &quot;Maybe I should have stopped at the Louvre or at least the Eiffel Tower last time I was here. Instead, I ran away like a lost puppy.&quot;
      Rosie cocked her head to the side, humming. &quot;a lost puppy would be wandering, not running away. More like a... crab.&quot;
      Anthony laughed. &quot;A crab?&quot;
      Rosie shrugged, leaning into his side. &quot;A crab would run away if you scared it, right? Or do crabs attack. I don't know.&quot;
      Anthony kissed the top of her head. The two of them stopped when they reached an art gallery. &quot;Here we are.&quot;
      Rosie sighed dreamily as she stared up at the building. &quot;My ar

  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 backwards until she plopped down onto the couch. Panic and concern was flashing through her e

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