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Neil Young BOT 10/30/2023 19:49
Neil sat in the passenger side of the car, as his wife drove. Snow slowly fell from the sky collecting on the grown as they drove by. His wife had one hand on his thigh, and the other held the staring wheel tightly as she maneuvered the car down the snow covered road, Trying to get them to their destination safely. It was currently 8 pm and they were late to a mutual friend's party, due to a small disagreement before they even got into the car. The argument was over his outfit again, he wasn't dress correctly, he needed to dress to empress their friends, not dress to look like a single dad who doesn't care about his looks, he had picked our a pair of jeans with a Christmas sweater he loved. After a hour long argument, he dressed herself in a slimming black suit and black dress shoes, something he wasn't comfortable in. he leaned back in her seat, listening to his service dog Jack whine softly, wanting to be in the front seat, to comfort his daddy. Which made him sad to hear him winning, he just wanted to be back at home, in his bed holding Jack, drinking wine and watching his favorite Christmas movies . But he also wanted to be there at the party to support his wife. "Neil, I only nag because I love you. And I want you to look good ." His wife Said softly moving her hand from his thigh, to take his hand into hers. "We will be here for only a few hours, then we can go home and watch that one sappy movie you like. You know the one with the husband and wife and they are hiking ?" "The Christmas lodge ?" he asked turning his head towards his wife. "I know Martha, I just...this is the first party I've been to for a while, not since I've been home." he said softly giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "But for you I'll try my best to enjoy myself." Martha smiled gently kissing the back of his hand. "That's my boy." She smiled pulling into the driveway of the friends house. Carefully parking the car behind another vehicle. Once the car was parked she got out of th
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e car, going to the passenger side opening the door, holding a hand out for Neil to take. Neil smiled softly taking her hand as he got out of the car, gently leading Jack out of the back holding his leash tightly taking his wife's hand, mentally preparing himself for the overwhelming feeling. Together they all walked into the house, greeting the host thanking them for inviting them to the party. What he didn't expect was his wife to leave him alone as soon as they walked in. Leaving him sitting in the living room alone. With jack laying on his lap. Together they waited for Martha to finish mingling, and waiting for her to tell him it was time to go home, that was until he saw her, his lost love, the person he was going to marry in college, but had to leave behind because they were too different . "Rose? Rose is that you?" @Taiga 🐅
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Rose Anderson BOT 10/31/2023 12:54
Rose stood by the window, gazing outside as the sun slowly set, and delicate snowflakes continued to descend from the sky. The scene outside exuded tranquility, and she felt the Christmas spirit enveloping her. It was early December, and her friend had organized an impromptu Christmas party to lift everyone’s spirits. The urge to dash outside and stand beneath the falling snowflakes, catching them on her tongue, overcame her. This was her favorite time of the year. After a demanding week at work, she could finally unwind and fully embrace the upcoming celebration. As much as she adored teaching children, there were moments when the exhaustion crept in after hours of keeping up with their inquisitive minds. Fortunately, all the party preparations were completed, and they were now eagerly awaiting the arrival of their guests. Rose’s friend excused herself to get ready, leaving Rose alone in the kitchen by the window. She was dressed in skinny jeans and a ridiculous Christmas sweater that proclaimed, “Look, I’m a Tree-Rex!” The sweater featured a T-Rex in a Christmas tree costume with tiny LEDs that were already twinkling in every color. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail, ensuring that no detail of her festive sweater was concealed. The first guests were expected soon, and the house would swiftly fill with people. Rose busied herself in the kitchen, making sure everyone had a drink and some snacks. She greeted each guest warmly, catching up with familiar faces. Christmas music played in the background, and she happily continued to serve, occasionally breaking into song. “Hey, Rose! You should take a break and mingle with the other guests,” her friend advised, gently nudging her to join the small crowd outside and strike up conversations.
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Rose grabbed a steaming mug of mulled wine and a few cookies, finally making her way into the crowd. She spotted some other familiar faces and immersed herself in the joy of their stories. Rose was equally eager to share tales of her work and the latest accomplishments of her preschool students. After a while, her legs began to ache, and she longed to sit on the living room sofa. On her way to the living room, she made sure to stop and say hello to those she passed. One of the guests had a knack for cracking jokes, and Rose found herself laughing uncontrollably, her spirits soaring. She pressed onward through the gathering, entering the living room with her mug of mulled wine still in hand. She wore a radiant smile, reassuring herself that a few moments on the sofa would rejuvenate her to rejoining the crowd with newfound energy. But her cheerful reverie was abruptly disrupted by a voice that pierced through her joy, making her feel as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped over her head. She could never forget that voice, no matter how hard she tried. The heartbreak from over a decade ago felt as fresh as ever. Turning towards the source of the voice, she finally saw him, instantly recognizing his piercing blue eyes. Her joyful countenance shifted to one of reservation. “Hello, Neil,” his name rolled off her tongue, and the memories of their time together flooded her heart, causing it to ache. “I never thought we’d see each other again,” she said in a hushed tone, uncertain of what else to say, taking a quick sip of her mulled wine in the hopes of finding courage within it.
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After all these years, Neil didn’t appear to have changed much. His black suit accentuated his blue eyes, and his hair fell onto his forehead, tempting Rose to brush it back as she used to. However, her attention was swiftly diverted by the large, fluffy dog sitting at his side. Her face lit up, and she tilted her head, regarding the dog with warmth in her eyes. To her surprise, the dog also tilted its head, eliciting a small laugh from Rose as she returned her gaze to Neil. “Who is your furry companion?” she inquired, shifting the conversation to a topic she felt more at ease with, hoping it would distract her from their shared past. @Ken
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Neil Young BOT 11/16/2023 03:41
Neil gave Rose a kind smile, he hadn’t seen her in so long, this was a pleasant and wonderful surprise he was happy to receive. He didn’t seem to be holding any kind of hatred or resentment, like what he had given her when they last saw each other, this time it was a calm, glowing joy. “It has, hasn't it ?” He asked her with a soft hum, giving Jack a soft pet behind the ears, carefully giving her some room to join them on the sofa if she wanted too. Jack seemed happy with the attention and flopped against his owner just watching her with a happy pant. “I am glad fate has different plans and allowed us to see each other again. I always wondered what happened to you after the last time we saw each other.” He admitted softly, the heartbreak they both had years ago still haunted his memories to this day, he wasn’t sure what had happened to Rose and always wondered what would have happened if they didn’t lose contact with each other, and remained friends. But he was curious to see how she was now that they were grown. At her question about Jack he smiled. “This is Jack, you can pet him if you’d like he’s on a break.” he said softly, gently reaching into a backpack beside him to pull out some treats for Rose to give her, he was amazed at how much she hasn’t changed. He gave a small smile, watching Jack move closer to Rose. “Are you still writing your book?” He asked, tilting his head to the side with curiosity. The last time they had seen each other she had been working on a project ‘the next big novel’, she had told him. He had believed she was going to finish it and make the world amazed with the type of writing she shared, but after they lost contact he wasn’t so sure if she had done it. He carefully adjusted his tie looking at her with a small smile, he looked at her and her sweater with a small smile. “You're a tree- Rex?” He asked her with a soft chuckle, seeming to be In a teasing mood. “Well, I’m afraid I’m a bit overdressed wearing a black suit and such.
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I wanted to wear a sweater and a pair of jeans but I suppose I am supposed to look my best?” He chuckled softly. “ So what are you doing here Rose? What brings you to town? I thought you moved.” He said, tilting his head to the side. “Are you married? Have a family ? Or living your life as the independent person you were in college? What’s new in the life of Rose Anderson?” His questions were genuine curiosity, not met with rudeness or sarcasm. He was actually curious about how she was doing. @Taiga 🐅
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Rose Anderson BOT 11/18/2023 23:11
It felt almost surreal for Rose to hear and see Neil again, a mix of nostalgia and uncertainty washing over her. The way their paths had parted left a bittersweet mark on her heart. Expecting a cold reception, she didn't think he'd be friendly, convinced he wouldn't want to talk. Yet, there she stood in the living room, facing him and his dog, where he asked genuine questions, showing an unexpected interest in her life after they went their separate ways. Conflicting emotions battled within her – a desire to run and hide versus the realization that this might be the only chance to see him ever again. Over the years, her heart had held onto the memories they shared, making it hard for her to get close to someone new. The fear of not finding a partner who could make her heart bloom like Neil did lingered. Time was ticking away on her biological clock, heightening concerns about starting a family. These thoughts were like blades, piercing her heart, but seeing Neil handing her treats for Jack brought a momentary numbness. In an attempt to distract herself, she focused on the dog, taking treats without touching Neil's hand. The slightest graze sent a burning sensation through her arm, intensifying her nervousness. Despite the turmoil, she managed a small smile, acknowledging his gesture. “A break? Is he a service dog?” Rose asked, her voice tinged with concern, as she stepped closer to Jack, offering a treat before gently petting his soft fur behind the ears. The dog's calming effect made it easier to be near Neil, momentarily lifting the weight of past heartbreak. However, Neil's question about her book prodded her wounded heart again. Taking a sip of mulled wine, she found herself sitting down by Jack's side, using the large dog as a buffer between her and Neil. The separation felt like sitting in a confessional, sharing with a familiar stranger. Neil, changed by the years, still held a lingering sense of familiarity. “No, I have never finished my book. In fact, I
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rarely write anymore. I only write short stories for my children,” she confessed, a mischievous smile on her face as she peeked out from behind Jack. “My children, as in my pupils. I’m working as a preschool teacher now.” The unexpected joke, a glimpse of her old self, brought a fleeting sense of nostalgia. As she peeked out from behind Jack, the smile faltered, a reminder that this conversation wasn't ordinary. The past lingered, and she pondered how different things might have been if they had reconciled after their big fight.
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Taking a deep breath, she met Neil's gaze, her heart already screaming for him. The conflict between her heart and mind intensified. Christmas loomed, a season for wishes, and she allowed herself to fully take him in, if only for a moment. “The black suit fits you perfectly, Neil,” she responded quietly, a hint of sadness in her eyes. The triviality of their past fight momentarily overshadowed, replaced by the undeniable bond they once shared. Memories stabbed at her heart, and his subsequent questions pulled her deeper into sorrow. “I moved as far as I could but had to move back home after a few years,” she admitted, feeling defeated by his deep blue eyes, unable to look away. The dam holding back her pain cracked, and the truth surfaced. “I never moved on, Neil.” Seventeen Years Ago Rose stood nervously before the imposing door of the lecture hall, a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling in her stomach. Her fingers fidgeted with the shoulder straps of her backpack as she glanced around at the bustling crowd of students heading inside. This wasn't just any lecture hall; it was her first-ever class in college, and she had no idea what to expect. Coming from a small town, the sight of so many people streaming into the hall was overwhelming. Her high school had been intimate, with only around a hundred students, and it was never this crowded. However, the allure of attending a real creative writing class provided the courage she needed. With a deep breath, she pushed open the door and stepped into the room. Quickly making her way to the front rows, she felt a mixture of anticipation and eagerness for the new knowledge she was about to gain. The prospect of learning writing techniques to apply in her own texts was a compelling motivator. This was a significant step into a new chapter of her life, and she couldn't wait to dive in. Little did she know, she hadn't considered how this singular moment would become a pivotal turning point. Seated in the front row
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, notebook open before her and a pen with a cat on the tip in her hand, Rose tuned out the crowd around her. The world around blurred as she eagerly awaited the start of the class, ready to absorb every bit of information that would shape her journey into the realm of writing. The air buzzed with the potential for discovery, and she sat there, a blend of excitement and curiosity etched across her face, unknowingly on the brink of a life-altering experience.
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Neil Young BOT 12/15/2023 21:43
Neil gave a small smile nodding softly, he listened to her talk. His smile never wavered just remained kind and caring, with a hint of exhaustion. “Yes he is, I’ve had Jack for a couple of weeks now, can’t say my life would be better without him, he’s given me a better quality of life.” He admitted softly, watching Jack happily eat the treats he was given. He listened to rose, listened as she told him about her not completing her book, he was saddened when he heard she rarely wrote anymore, he wasn’t sure how he felt about that, but hearing the words ‘my children.’ Caused Neil to pause and look at her with wide eyes. “Your children?” He asked, looking shocked and bewildered. He gave a small laugh when she seemed to Answer his question. “I was about to say, I didn’t know you had kids already, I was going to ask if they were here .” He teased softly. Neil looked down at his suit and gave a small sigh. “I only wear this suit for funerals, or concerts. But Martha asked if I could wear this to make a good first impression. To be honest I much rather be at home watching holiday movies.” He sighed heavily, shaking his head, but gave a small smile when Jack nudged his face, as if agreeing with his statement. “But thank you, I appreciate your compliment. Your sweater looks comfortable .” He paused, hearing her words about her moving away struck him with nostalgia, he remembered hearing about her moving away, but he hadn’t heard when she came back. He wondered why she moved so far away, was it because of their messy break up? Was it because of college ? He wasn’t sure. Yes he had moved away for college , but he felt trapped, if he didn’t move away, then maybe he wouldn’t have gotten the opportunity he had gotten, but he froze when he heard her saying she never moved on. “Y-you never moved on.” He whispered looking up at her with wide eyes, eyes full of panic. This definitely wasn’t something he was expecting to talk about when they first get to see and speak to each
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other after so many years, he expected her to yell at him about the breakup, not confess she never moved on. “What do you mean Rose?” @Taiga 🐅
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Rose Anderson BOT 12/20/2023 13:04
Seventeen Years Ago As the lecture was about to start, Rose grew anxious, scanning her surroundings. Somehow, she found herself isolated in the front row, while others opted for seats in the back, distancing themselves from the lecturer. It made her feel like she didn't fit in, causing her to slouch her shoulders and turn back towards the blackboard, nervously fidgeting with the small cat figurine on her pencil. Hoping to connect with others during her first lecture, she felt as though she had placed herself on the outskirts once again. She sighed, biting her lip, a strange ache pooling in her chest. Suddenly, she heard rustling beside her, jumping at the unexpected sound. Looking up, her world seemed to halt as she locked eyes with a young man standing by the front row, gesturing to the seat beside her. Rose wanted to say something but could only sit there with an open mouth. The piercing blue eyes of the young man captured her attention, making it seemingly impossible to look away. However, a stray strand of hair on his forehead diverted her focus. Time ticked away as she continued staring without uttering a word. Another loud sound startled her as the lecturer finally attempted to start his lecture, testing the microphone set too loudly for the lecture hall. Rose jumped, mumbling something under her breath, scooting one seat over to make room for the young man who remained standing by the front row, waiting for Rose to offer him a seat. Now seated, the focus shifted to the lecturer. Rose couldn't help but sit looking straight ahead, absentmindedly poking the cat figurine on her pencil against her cheek. Once upon a century, a boy wants to sit with you, Rose… And you act like a weirdo… Now Years, moments, and experiences later, they sat side by side once again. Rose felt as if her heart burned anew, fueled by the icy blue eyes of Neil. He looked content and absolutely handsome in his black suit. Mention of Martha prompted Rose to take another s
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haky sip of her mulled wine, realizing it was now empty. Her eyes involuntarily darted towards Neil's hands, confirming her suspicion – he was married. Seeing Neil and hearing him talk brought forth the image of her own failures. Stripped of any chance of success, she was forced back into her hometown to teach preschool kids and remained single without any sight of starting a family soon.
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She took a deep breath before speaking, her voice gentle but filled with honesty. “I mean exactly what I said, Neil. I never moved on.” Perhaps it was a mix of Christmas spirit bringing hope and mulled wine giving her courage that propelled her to speak. The unspoken words of the past broke down the dam of feelings. “I know it’s unexpected, and I never thought I would confess this.” Rose admitted, a nervous smile playing on her lips, her hands unconsciously stroking through the dog's fur. “But seeing you again, it brings back all those feelings. I guess I never really moved on because a part of me always hoped that, somehow, we would find our way back to each other.” As the words left her mouth, she felt her heart beating faster, and the room seemed to spin for a moment. She woke up from a trance of the past, blinking and looking around, realizing their relationship had ended almost 20 years ago. With wide eyes, she glanced over at Neil, questioning herself about what she was doing and what she hoped to achieve by confessing her feelings to him. It wasn't a smart move, she should never have brought it up, and the fact that he was probably happily married made it worse. Rose jumped up from the couch, throwing a last glance at Neil. “I’m sorry, I should go and see if someone needs my help.” She stood by the door to the living room, looking down at Neil and his dog, her heart hammering inside her chest. It made her realize how much she clung to the past, and she tried to tell herself that it was finally time to let go and start building her own life. A reflection of tears sparkled in her eyes as she turned around to the door. She wished she had been braver in the past and never sat in the front row.
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Neil Young BOT 05/06/2024 03:53
Fifteen years before Neil was pacing their shared bedroom, they had fought, he had said things he regretted and he had shouted things he regretted especially since he had done these things in front of her friends. But the words she had said to him stung, they had made him say and shout things he had never said to her before, why. Why had she told him he acted like him. He looked up as she came in, giving him an unhappy look. Her friends had probably left, which he was grateful for, they were a lot on a good day, but today was a bad day, a very bad day. He looked at her in the eyes, he did not like the disappointment or the disapproving look in her eyes. Why, why did she have to say that sentence, then be surprised that he had shouted at her. “Rose I-” he stopped when she held her hand up to prevent him from speaking anymore. He knew he shouldn't have dont it, he should have told her as soon as he started to become anxious, or when the constant questions and requests for him to play his violin started to become too much, that was on him. He should have been better at communicating, he shouldn't have called her bossy, or called her friends hungry wolves,or yell she was being overdramatic. He regretted it all, wishing he could take it all back. His guilt became unbearable when he heard her utter the words “you are just like your father.’ that hurt him, and cut deep. He was about to beg for her forgiveness, but she had walked away. Going to cool off or stay with a friend, but all he could do was stop and stare at her, watching her walk away…it was almost like she would never come back, little did he know she never did. Present time Niel couldn't believe it, in all his years he had never expected to see Rose again, heck he never thought he'd hear that she still loved him, but here he was. Sitting there on the sofa in an overcrowded house, with Rose, taking his hand, seeing his wedding ring, and confessing! His eyes widened more as he watched her get up
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and leave, leaving him and Jack just sitting there, unable to move or breath. “I-” he gulped slowly, registering what had happened. With a sudden motion he had stood up, grabbing her arm as he dragged her to the nearest room closing the door behind them, he looked at her with wide eyes, it was like college all over again. When she would say something he didn't like or understand, he'd find them a private place to talk. But this time was different, they weren't in a relationship, they were now meer strangers. His hands shook as he looked at her, his face didn't give away what emotion he was feeling, it was mixed with anger, sadness and most of all guilt. “You don't get to do that to me” he said quickly, looking at her with a wild look. “You don't get to say something then walk away again Rose. it's not fair to me!” he said, sounding so hurt by what she had said to him. He began to pace, running a hand through his hair shakenly, taking a deep breath as he continued to speak. “It's not fair that you confess like that, I waited for you, you never came back. So i moved on, i gto married. Are we about to divorce yes,but still you don't get to confess like that, make me feel guilty then walk away, that's not fair!” he snapped looking at her. He just didn't understand, he didn't understand why he did that to him, he just felt sick and upset. The guilt was building up. “Why did you say that? What was your plan? Why did you confess to me?”
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