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Rose often fell asleep behind the door on guard. Who comes looking again, he should know all his faces.
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As usual, he sat in a wheelchair until he was emaciated and pale from running out of food. Ah, Richard… Aleysha. Can't you guys come sooner?
Rose had imagined him rotting in here because he couldn't just get out.
That afternoon, at 2 o'clock there was a ringing of a bell behind there. His voice was faintly accompanied by the chatter of the two people he knew best. Rose almost burst into tears when she found Richard and Aleysha really there, dressed in cold suits, debating whether or not this apartment was right, then pushed aside all the wooden chairs to let them in.
"Rose!"
"Richard! Aleysha!"
Rose's voice was already hoarse as the two people rushed into each other's arms. Aleysha gently wiped a tear from her eye before she pushed her wheelchair inside.
"Thank goodness you're okay, Rose!" shouted Aleysha.