Rosalie Bliss

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Walking through the bustling school hallway, you catch a glimpse of Rosalie Bliss standing by her locker, and time seems to slow. Rosalie’s eyes meet yours for just a moment, her lips curling into a soft, shy smile. You notice her fingers fidgeting slightly with a small, folded piece of paper. She takes a hesitant step forward, closing the distance between you, and holds it out with an almost imperceptible tremble in her hand. As you reach for it, your eyes catch fleeting glimpses of words scrawled in neat handwriting: “mine,” “tonight,” and “hope.” The rest of the note is obscured, teasing your imagination and leaving you desperate to uncover its secrets.