Dear Rosa.

[ladymoth2]

Dear Rosa,

There's no part of me that hates you. When I wrote that letter to you I was drunk for one thing, and for another thing I was looking to cause as much damage to you as I could. I don't believe it, I mean I believe the exact opposite. That would be that you saved my baby actually. I mean I've always been on team Rosa, even if it seemed like I wasn't. You did what you had to do. You didn't kill my baby, or Kale's, or Pike's. That baby was a hundred percent yours and all I care about is that you're happy, and safe.

I imagine in some alternate universe you kept the baby leaving hogwarts and I would be a terrible father and you and I would never speak except while I was paying you child support checks. But I bet it would have looked just like you and I imagine buying them their first broom and wondering weather it would have my nose and if it would be like you or surprise both of us and turn out to be a shy wall flower.

I think about these things. I know you do to. So if you're wondering what I really think that's it. The choice was yours and I love you which ever path you would have chosen. But you said there was some part of you that hated me and I don't know what to say or do about that. It took me four times to write this stupid letter and it's still not as good as if you were editing it. Never mind untangling what makes you tick. I can't live in that apartment anymore, so here are the keys.

Love,
Bow

[Rosa Rodríguez]

Bow,

Don't you think I know you? Of course there's a part of you that hates me. That hates me for throwing your rat and stealing your virginity and your first kiss and insulting you and aborting a baby that may have been yours. And behind everything a drunk person says, there's the truth. You believe it - not even fully, I'm betting, but even in the tiniest way, you believe it. You pranked me for years. You called me names. You weren't always on Team Rosa - you were always on Team Bow.

See, that's the tiny part of you hating me for aborting the baby. You're imagining what could have been - what could have been great despite the fact that it's now impossible and never going to happen.

I don't think about these things, Bow. I haven't for a while because I don't like to think about the child I chose not to have. And there is some part of me that hates you so much, I'm not going to lie. I don't want the keys to the apartment. You keep it. I was the one who decided to leave and I'm never coming back to neither you or the apartment.

- Rosa

[ladymoth2]

Dear Rosa,

No part of me hates you. You can tell yourself there is if it makes you feel better but the truth behind that drunken letter wasn't written on the page it was the fact that I sent it. The truth was that I wanted to hurt you. I wanted you to come crawling back to me. I don't even remember the rat, the pranks were just my stupid way of getting you to notice me even if you weren't noticing me, I was a stupid little boy. I stole your first kiss and the only thing I hated about you stealing my virginity isn't that you stole it, it's that I thought you were going to be my girlfriend after that.

What could have been would never be great. You would have resented me and I can't raise a child with you. I'm an idiot, I'd let it walk off a cliff and I wouldn't be able to baby sit it because I'm busy at work and unreliable and you would have hated me anyway and I do NOT like thinking about it, I just can't stop.

I'm selling the apartment, tell me how you'd like to split the money. Keep the keys. I'll be out of the the country next week, you can pick up your things then.

Love,
Bow

[Rosa Rodríguez]

Bow,

I don't understand how you thought that getting me to crawl back involved hurting me. It didn't. And I suppose you thought wrong, huh? I'm believing what I know is true.

If I can stop then you can as well. Go whore your way around. Go do something to keep your mind off it. The trick is to fuck yourself up so much that you believe aborting a baby was the right choice, okay? Simple as that.

You paid for the apartment and I'm not taking any of your money. None of it. Because you'll rub that in my face as per usual I don't need it. Okay, fine then. I'll pick up my stuff next week and I'll leave the keys on the table near the door that you always stub your foot on.

- Rosa

((OOC: I'm sorry she's being so distant/bitchy! I think detaching herself from the situation is the way she would deal with it though.))

[ladymoth2]

((That's okay, though I think Bow can't take much more of it himself))

Dear Rosa,

I still love you

Bow

[Rosa Rodríguez]

Bow,

That doesn't matter. I'm not coming back. Goodbye, Bow. Don't owl me again.

- Rosa