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A flower called rose

Moriane watched as Ralph picked up another log of wood and threw it in the fire. She looked on as he went back to sit and sighed.

The poor guy must be missing his parents, and if course his little brother.

He looked bored and confused and she pet pity for him. But she couldn't cheer him up—because he wouldn't let go of the grudge he had against her.

She stood up from her own seat and walked up to him.

She sat beside him and looked down at the ground like it was the most fascinating thing she could see presently.

"They're other places to sit Moriane". Ralph said

"I don't know, I just felt like sitting here, do you have a problem with it?".

He scoffed and attempted to get up but she dragged him back.

"Listen I'm not here to tease you or anything"

"Really, but you still want to say something?".

"Yes". She sighed. "Would you like to talk about it?".

"Talk about what?".

"I know something is wrong with you Ralph. Why don't you say it and get it out of your mind".