mention the word LOVE to a sociopath and most often than not, they’ll laugh in your face, turning their nose up at the thought of such an emotion. love is stupid, love is boring -- it was always something rose had believed ... until she had met LUISA ALVER. luisa was beautiful, luisa was quirky, luisa was ... well, luisa, and rose’s stupid human emotions GOT IN THE WAY of her beliefs. from the instant her blue orbs had locked with luisa’s dark hues, rose felt mesmerised -- hooked, almost as if luisa was a drug she had grown so quickly addicted to. her heart beat in a way it had never beat before in her life, palms sweating, head spinning ...
& EVEN MORE SO WHEN SHE FOUND OUT SHE WAS MARRYING LUISA’S FATHER.
the marriage lacked love. quite in fact, it LACKED any form of lust. it was a safety blanket, if you would -- for rose. she needed cover, she needed to hide with the perfect disguise and ROSE SOLANO was the perfect play on SIN ROSTRO. nobody who wasn’t as intelligent as herself would be able to find her, thus with emilio, she was safe.
skip a few months, however -- emilio dead ( thank you to her own hands ) and the authorities on rose’s back, she had sought comfort in a new disguise -- a police disguise who went by the name SUSANNA. a blonde wig covers cut brown hair, a perfectly manufactured mask over her face, changing her features completely and A SOUTHERN accent that had been practiced for weeks spilling from thin lips. THERE WAS NO SIGN OF SIN ROSTRO. susanna barnett seemed legitimate.
she hadn’t planned to reveal herself so soon to luisa. the pair had fallen for one another all over again ( although granted, luisa had fallen for suanna, ) thus it seemed only FAIR. and with michael on the corridor outside of their room, bullet in his body, shot from her own gun, it seemed unnecessary to hide anymore. a hand lifts, pulling mask from the bottom over her head, REVEALING the familiar face underneath, a small smile forcing it’s way on her lips as if she believed that this was an okay thing to do.
a hand lifts to brush through dark hair, eyes never leaving the other woman. ❝ you said you could never love again -- not the way you loved rose. ❞ a pause and then fingers then coming to remove contact lenses from HER EYES. ❝ i never stopped loving you luisa. ❞ bandaid is ripped from her neck, natural tone soon falling from rose’s lips. ❝ and YOU never stopped loving me -- don’t look so surprised. ❞ she extends a hand, waiting for the other woman to take it. ❝ come on, we have to go. ❞
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