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At the break of dawn, the brilliant stars welcomed a new day, but for Charlotte and Rose, this morning was anything but ordinary. The events of the night had been like a storm, disrupting their once peaceful relationship. Charlotte's face appeared particularly serious in the morning light, his eyes deep and filled with indescribable emotions.
Rose gently sat up from the bed, her eyes filled with shock. She felt physically weak and sore, but the weight on her soul was even heavier. She looked at Charlotte, trying to find answers in his gaze.
Charlotte noticed Rose's actions and slowly walked to the edge of the bed, sitting down. His voice was low and trembling, a vulnerability he never showed before. " Rose, I..."
Rose interrupted him, "I know you were trying to protect me, but that doesn't mean I can fully accept it." Her voice was weak, revealing her inner conflict and unease.
Charlotte's eyes flashed with pain, and he knew deeply the burden and pain his decision had brought to Rose. He reached out his hand gently, wanting to touch Rose, but stopped in mid-air. This action showed his hesitation and self-blame, and he didn't know if he was still qualified to comfort her at this moment.
Seeing Charlotte's movement, Rose felt countless grievances in her heart, but she could also sense Charlotte's guilt and pain. She sighed softly, turned her head away, unwilling to let Charlotte see the tears in her eyes.
Charlotte felt the distance from Rose and his heart ached as if being pricked by needles. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions, and then slowly spoke, "Rose, I know I made the decision without consulting you first. I... I am willing to spend a lifetime making up for the hurt I caused you. Whatever you need, I will do my best to provide."
After that passionate night, Rose felt physically weak, as if she had gone through a long journey. Charlotte's forced mark left not only physical traces on her, but also unhealable turmoil in her heart. Charlotte gently picked her up and led her into the warm bathroom, her heart filled with conflicting emotions. On one hand, she felt a hint of comfort from Charlotte's care, but on the other hand, she couldn't fully accept this outcome.
Charlotte is extremely cautious, as if afraid of causing herself more discomfort. The warm water flows slowly from the top of her head, washing away all the fatigue, but unable to cleanse the burden in her heart. Rose closes her eyes and lets the water droplets slide down her cheeks, feeling both gratitude towards Charlotte and indescribable loss.
"Is there anywhere that hurts?"
Charlotte's voice was low and gentle, entering her ears with unconditional support and waiting. But Rose's heart was like a frozen lake, with some melting but still hard. Her voice was weak but resolute, "No, Charlotte, except for the wounds in my heart. I need time, I need to think alone." This sentence contained her conflict and uncertainty, she longed for understanding but also feared getting hurt again.
Charlotte nodded slowly and heavily, his eyes filled with deep self-blame and helplessness. His voice was low, responding to her request, "I will give you time, no matter how long, I will be here waiting for you." In this sentence, there was no coercion, only respect for Rose's autonomy and delicate care for her emotions.
Droplets of water slowly slid down the wall, emitting a faint sound, creating a quiet and subtle harmony in the bathroom. A warm stream of water poured down from the shower, enveloping Rose's delicate and fragile body, her golden hair scattering in the flow like twinkling stars. Charlotte stood by her side, his eyes filled with conflict and concern. His golden eyes appeared particularly deep in the steamy light, holding both deep affection for Rose and indescribable guilt.
Charlotte gently moistened a soft sponge and carefully helped Rose clean her body. Every touch was as gentle as possible, fearing that his large hands would cause her more discomfort. When he saw the unintentional red marks left on Rose's skin, his heart suddenly contracted, as if held tightly by an invisible force. Pain flashed in Charlotte's eyes as he lowered his head and hoarsely apologized, "Rose, I'm sorry, I... I didn't control my strength."
Rose was exhausted, not just from the physical discomfort, but more so from the emotional trauma.
As Charlotte's hand touched her intimate area to clean the white fluid that remained inside her body, his movements became more cautious. He saw the evidence of their relationship, which filled him with deep guilt. Charlotte took a deep breath, trying to control her emotions, her eyes filled with complex feelings of both love and compassion for Rose, as well as deep self-reproach for her actions.
In this warm and humid space, Charlotte continues to carefully clean Rose, every movement filled with love and apology. Their gazes intertwine, their souls gradually drawing closer in this wordless exchange. Charlotte softly comforts Rose, his tone full of protectiveness, as if wanting to use this tenderness to shield her from all the pain in the world.
"Rose, you are so brave, so beautiful," Charlotte murmurs, his eyes filled with love for Rose, "I will learn, learn how to love you better, protect you."
As time slowly passed, Charlotte helped Rose dry her body, his movements gentle and meticulous, as if handling a precious piece of art. Under his care, Rose's body gradually regained some strength, and her complexion improved. Charlotte dressed her in a soft robe, then carefully carried her back to the room, his steps light and slow, as if weaving fragile dreams with each stride.
Once back in the room, Charlotte gently placed Rose on the bed, ensuring her comfort, then sat by the bedside, holding her hand. "Rose, I will be here, spending countless years and seasons with you, under the stars and sun."
In the days to come, Charlotte continued to fulfill his promises to Rose through his actions, with every small gesture showing his meticulous care for her. Every morning, as the first light broke, Charlotte would rise to prepare Rose's beloved breakfast, from fragrant pancakes to fresh juice, each item carefully selected to suit her taste. His movements were skilled, and every action conveyed his deep love for Rose.
In the afternoon garden, sunlight spilled onto the soft grass, bathing everything in a warm and gentle atmosphere. Charlotte and Rose strolled hand in hand among the flowers, their shadows lengthening in the sunlight, weaving a harmonious scene.
Charlotte seemed to have deliberately plundered all of her sense of humor for this walk, whispering one not-so-funny pun after another to Rose. Every time she reached the punchline, she would playfully glance at Rose, eagerly anticipating her reaction.
"Do you know why the stars only come out at night?" Charlotte asked with a serious expression.
Rose Curiously tilted her head, "Why is that?"
"Because they are also shy and dare not come out to meet people in broad daylight." Charlotte blinked and smiled.
Rose listened and smiled slightly, revealing a faint dimple. "The stars are really humble, aren't they?"
Seeing Rose's smile, Charlotte's eyes sparkled with intense joy, as if this smile was the most precious gift he had received. His eyes were filled with indulgence, as if he wanted to give her all the beauty in the world.
They continued their walk, and Charlotte occasionally gently took Rose's arm, guiding her to admire some special flowers or rare butterflies. Rose was knowledgeable and had a certain understanding of plants and trees. She enthusiastically shared some interesting botanical knowledge, while Charlotte listened attentively, occasionally interjecting, creating a harmonious and pleasant atmosphere.
At night, when the stars adorned the sky, Charlotte would start telling stories. He would choose stories that Rose loved and tell them in a gentle voice, allowing her to gradually relax in this peaceful and happy time. Charlotte's stories always led Rose into a wonderful world, making her temporarily forget all worries and anxieties.
However, despite Charlotte's care and love making Rose feel warm, there are still indescribable complex emotions in her heart. Whenever the late night arrives and the room becomes quiet with only her left, those suppressed emotions will surge like a tide. Rose would gently touch the marked place, feeling conflicted. She appreciates Charlotte's affection, but she still feels resistance and even sadness towards the imposed mark.
Rose's state of mind is like the weather in autumn, constantly changing, sometimes clear, sometimes overcast. Charlotte truly loves her and is willing to make any changes for her, but the deep scars in her heart cannot be healed overnight. She longs for understanding and to be understood, hoping for deeper communication and reconciliation between them.
Charlotte can feel Rose's struggle and pain, which makes his heart ache as well. This journey won't be smooth sailing, but he is prepared, and no matter how difficult the road ahead may be, he is willing to accompany Rose every step of the way.
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