A Delicate Heart

A Delicate Heart

A Story by Red


Her name was Rose. She had blood red hair, deep green eyes, and skin pale as the snow. Her name was chosen perfectly for her. She was as sweet as a flower and just as delicate. Her beauty was captivating. Her heart was made of pure gold. Rose had her fair share of heart breaks, and she was ready to give up. Most men took advantage of Rose, leaving her after she had fallen in love. She fell in love three times. The third time she had thought was the one. His name was Alex. They were perfect together. They were total opposites which only made them fit together like two puzzle pieces. His eyes were ocean blue. His hair was black as night. His skin was a sun kissed tan. She was small and he was tall. Standing next to each other, they were the perfect couple. They made a beautiful sight.
Alex and Rose made each other happy. Rose's smile was always present. Her usual stoic face was no where to be found. His temper was long forgotten. They made each other better people. Rose was completely smitten. For a month they were a happy couple. He would get up in the morning, kiss her good-bye, and go to work. She would eventually get out of bed, get dressed, and go to work. Did I mention they worked together? They pretended like nothing was going on. Rumors kill relationships. Instead, they chose to steal kisses and share cute glances behind employees backs. Keeping the relationship a secret was an adrenaline rush.
Everything was perfect. Things seemed to be heading in the right direction. Rose was falling in love fast. Alex was falling for her just as quickly. Until one unforgiving night, Alex was in a car accident. Rose was devastated. Her heart died. Her body went into shock. She could not cry, speak, or even think. The sweet and delicate Rose was gone forever.
Alex did not die that night. Alex was rushed into the emergency room and operated on immediately. Rose found the strength to wait in the waiting room until she heard news from Alex. While in the waiting room, Rose's fate reared its ugly head. Three women walked into the waiting room. Rose assumed they were Alex's family; therefore, she introduced herself as Alex's girlfriend.
That might have been Rose's biggest mistake. When Rose introduced herself, one of the women spoke up. The older woman pointed to an obviously distraught  lady and said, "this is Alex's almost wife!"
Rose's heart went hallow. It stopped beating and she felt the need to no longer exist. How could Alex lie to Rose? How could he still be with another girl while he was with her? Rose's face went pale. Her body shrank two times smaller. She wished she could just melt into the chair and die. The almost wife's name was Jessica. The next twenty minutes, Jessica claimed to be his wife to the doctors and the police officers. Rose just sat there and witnessed the whole thing. She couldn't move, couldn't breath, and couldn't think. Eventually, Jessica stood up to use the bathroom. Rose took that opportunity to run for it.
Jessica had other ideas, though. Jessica followed Rose to the parking lot and interrogated her. She asked her questions after questions. Rose gave in and let Jessica have Alex. Obviously Alex wasn't a free man. After bidding Jessica a farewell, Rose went home.
Rose threw herself on her bed and didn't move the entire night. She cried for hours wondering how someone could play such a awful trick on her. She vowed to never let her heart be so easily fooled. Rose became a new woman that night. Her broken heart could never be mended. She took what Alex had done to her and turned it into a lesson. Trust no one.
Unfortunately, Rose could never be the sweet and delicate flower she used to be. Rose is now an independent, strong, and determined woman. She doesn't cry anymore. There is no time for tears. Tears will never change a thing. She makes herself happy. You cannot depend on someone else to make you happy. You cannot wait around for someone to make you happy. She has goals for herself and herself only. She will always love Alex. She will never forget Alex. Someday, she may even thank Alex. He made her stronger.

© 2013 Red


Author's Note

Red
This story is completely true.

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I am 22 years old. I absolutely love writing. I tend to just write what I feel. I hope to some day write a book or an essay that will be famous. I live in Colorado, and I am studying criminology. more..

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