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located in 1940's Town, a part of I came back, but do you still love me?, one of the many universes on RPG.

1940's Town

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Character Portrait: Rosie Love Character Portrait: Susan Mona Lisa Constantine
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Rose rode in the backseat of the car with Susan right by her side. The rode was bumpy and the car ride seemed to last forever. They have rode a plane from New York to 30 minutes from her home town. The plane ride seemed to last only minutes instead of hours. It was when she greeted her dad and got into the car that things seemed to take forever. She thoughts kept focusing on Jack. She has asked her father minutes after they got off the plane if he was still alive her father’s reply was a bit longer then she hoped, “Yes, the boy lived but all her cares about now is the war.” Rose knew what he meant, she knew he meant that Jack didn’t love Rose anymore. That didn’t come as a surprise to her though, she wrote him hundreds of letters and he didn’t reply to one. Rose had it all planned out in her mind how she was going to confront him the second she saw him, but she became shy the moment her father told her that. She already understood, Jack didn’t write because he didn’t love her. Rose was never one to hide from the truth and that was a fact.

With all the horrible thoughts Rose was having she was holding back tears. There was a huge lump in her throat and she could feel tears coming to her eyes. She blinked the back as well as she could. It worked pretty well but she still looked miserable, she felt miserable too though. In times like these it was hard to hide her feeling. It took all the power she had to try and hide them and it still didn’t work so well. That fact about her frustrated her so much.

When the car finally pulled in the driveway Rose was happy to get out. The car wasn’t even to a complete stop when Rose jumped out, but it was close enough. She missed her family and need to get Jack off her mind. When she looked up to the front door her mother was there standing on their front porch. Rose couldn’t help herself she ran up to her mother like a child would and gave her a big hug.

Once they were done hugging her mother held her at arm length away and said, “I haven’t seen you in years Rosie! You look so different, you look very beautiful.” That made Rosie blush, being called beautiful by her mother was special to her. Her mother was very pretty so it was always so nice to be called pretty by her.

Rosie turned around and looked at Susan; she smiled and said, “Come on Annie is inside you have to meet her!” Rosie ran down and grabbed Susan’s wrists not in a hard mean way but in a child like way and pulled her inside. Inside such a familiar place. Inside home.