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I've never been one for love, but this time, I had thought it was real. This time, for once, I had felt loved, as if nothing else in the world was more important than me. Then it all vanished. Within a single week, my love had been stripped away from me. Just like when a single string is removed from a fabric, I deteriorated. I slowly started to knock at the front of depression's door. Is love really the illusion that people want to follow? Being torn apart only to be woven back together again. I could feel my head falling slowly down onto the window of the train, here we go again.





It started off as a gesture of kindness; offering a seat next to mine on the tube. I engaged in small talk, I was never one for talking but she seemed like a charming lass. Her skin as smooth as silk, her hair wavy as it fell down the side of her neck. I glanced into her eyes, green and ever so pretty. It was to be short lived. My stop approached I stood up and started to walk. The lady reached for my arm. "I'm sorry, I never got your name?" "My name is Charlie." The tube stopped and the doors hissed open as I started to walk out I heard her voice again, "Oh and by the way, my name is Rosette, until next time." She smiled as I walked off the tube. The way she smiled was different. It was filled with a delight, with a certain essence. As I walked up the stairs of Piccadilly, I could hear the electrifying sound of jazz music.





"Today's paper sir?" A young paperboy asked as I walked by, "No thank you," I said as he took his beret off to me. I continued to walk down the junction, the peelers eyeing me off. I turned left into the local Piccadilly bar, where I usually saw my friend, Will at this time of day. I hadn’t seen him for two weeks. The noises of laughter and shouting filled the bar as I reached Will’s table. “Hello Charlie, How have things been?” he said, swigging another shot, his scottish accent thick and true. “I apologise Will,” I sighed, “I have not had the time recently to see you, I have been very busy at work.” He did not look impressed. “Are you feeling alright?” I asked.“I’m as good as gold. On the contrary , how about yourself? You look like you were just hit by a train!” Oh the irony. “You could say that. I met a girl Will.” I said, my mind already going back to the train.“Oh really? And whom is this woman?” he laughed, obviously thinking I was lying. “She was amazing. I think she is the one I have been looking for you know? That special someone that everyone is always wanting to look for.” Here I was again, daydreaming. I ended it at that, knowing that if I continued any further about Rosette I would be teased for the rest of my life.





Over the next few days on the train, Rosette and I opened up more to each other and I eventually asked her to date me. At one point she had told me that she may need to move away, for her education, as it was more important than love to her, but I had to ask her one more time. It had turned out that I was already too late. She sat there with her cases at her feet, fiddling with her hands.

"Rosette, I am dearly sorry to press the matter, but why are you moving?" I said, concerned. "I earned a scholarship, Charlie. This is my chance to study for a degree, a chance I cannot waste, even for you." I sat there baffled, looking around at all of her cases . I could not talk her out of it now, she had already accepted the scholarship and had been ‘cordially invited' to the University's high tea.

"I'll just have to follow you then," I replied, leaning forward to kiss her on the cheek. She blushed but that was okay, so had I. I slowly crept my arm around her as she leant into my shoulder. On the way home the train was quiet, too quiet. It wasn't the same without her. I would be meeting with Will in an hour as he had asked if we could meet at the bar again. I hope I wouldn't be late.





I walked off the train and looked at my watch, I was an hour late. Will would be angry, but I'm sure that he would not throw that big a tantrum. As I turned into the bar, I saw a man sitting at our usual table, he didn't look like Will. It was him though, under the influence of alcohol."Yer late." He yelled."Listen. I'm sorry but I took Rose up to Suffolk and-", "That's no excuse you lousy man" He slammed down his whiskey, bringing the whole bar's attention to our table. "If you ever want to see her again, you'll have to go through me." He stood up, and fell back over onto his chair. He started to reach for his whiskey, "I'm gonna hurt ye matey." I turned and started to run. As I ran out of the bar, a whiskey bottle flew past my head and smashed a few feet ahead of me. By now I was furious and extremely upset. All I could think of doing was going to Rosette for comfort, but she was so far away. I decided to do it anyway.






I walked up to her unit, noticing that her unit had been recently constructed. It must have cost quite a lot of money, but where would she receive that? I knock on the door, surprised as the door almost immediately swings open to reveal Rosette in a stunning dress. "Charlie! What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in London?" she said. shocked. "Yes, but I came up here to see you," I sobbed, "I really upset Will and I wanted to come to you to talk about it." "Charlie, dear, now is not exactly the opportune time." She was starting to look annoyed at me. "Why?" I asked, starting to worry. What had I done wrong? "Because it just isn't," she gritted. At that moment a motorcar pulled up in front of the building. Emerging from it, a man in about his twenties holding a bouquet of roses. He was dressed in a suit. He looked up from the car and was staring at me, "Who is this my dear?" In that moment it all came together. "Charlie wait!" she cried as I slowly turned and walked down the stairs. I looked back and saw her mascara running. I reached the bottom of the stairs and sprinted down the road. My legs were burning, but so was my heart. Every inch of me just wanted to give up.





I awoke as the train bell was rung to signal that my stop was up ahead. As the train started to pull into the station, I slowly stood up out of my seat and walked to the exit. I heard a voice from behind me, looking back only to realise that the voice would no longer be there.




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