Page 159 of When We Fall: Part Two
“I’m going to do some really bad things,” Enzo said in a rough voice. “Some things that are going to hurt. Are you in?”
I looked to Cole, who visibly swallowed.
“I’m always in,” Cole said, a muscle thrumming along his jaw.
“Me too,” I whispered, hoping I wouldn’t regret my words.
But fuck it. It was too late ten years ago when I met the horsemen. There was no going back now.
“I-I’m in,” I confirmed.
FIFTY
ROSALIE
“Do you want me to braid your hair?” Jamie asked as we sat on my bed.
“If you want,” I murmured, absentmindedly petting Cotton, who purred beneath my hand.
She moved behind me and set to work. I’d forced myself to shower earlier after Cole came in, asking me why I wasn’t in classes. I’d scoffed at him and said I wasn’t going.
He was, though.
Even Fox’s death wouldn’t stop him from getting things done. I both admired and hated that.
I was sure Ethan wasn’t returning to classes this semester, but then Cole told me he was taking a few online and that I could too.
I said no.
He’d stared me down before letting out a sigh and leaving me. I knew he wanted me to push on and keep going, but I wasn’t at the same stage in my healing journey as he was.
And honestly, I didn’t care. I just wanted Fox. It was tearing me apart inside. The pain came in waves, especially at night when I was more alone. I’d cried so much that I wasn’t even sure how I had more tears.
“There,” Jamie said, finishing my braid.
“Thanks,” I answered as I stared at the wall.
She shifted so she was sitting next to me again. “Rosalie?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you going to talk to Fox’s lawyer?”
He’d reached out to me. I kept putting it off because it felt too final. Once it was completed, it felt like everything was real. Sure, we’d buried him, but this was the last piece of business left to do.
The guys didn’t know Fox had left me everything. But why would they? Cole was the only one who came to see me. Ethan kept his distance and wouldn’t even look at me. Enzo couldn’t even bother to hug me.
I stared down at the engagement ring I wore. I didn’t even know if we were still engaged, yet I couldn’t bring myself to take the ring off.
“I don’t know,” I murmured. “It’s…”
“Too final,” she finished gently.
I nodded, my throat tight.
“Rosalie, Fox set this up for you. He’d want this. And… can I be honest?”
I nodded, not bothering to look away from the wall.
