LIMERENCE ? Les Miserables ?

Rose Bruneau looked at the large, glass window. Her eyes watery, the smile on her face weak. Her long light brown hairs hanging loose on her fallen shoulders. She looked ill, her pale skin and dirty clothes giving her a sick look. The bags and redness of her eyes, making the beautiful lady less pretty. She didn't shine like she used to, she wasn't the young and innocent girl anymore.

Her small hands were covered in blood once again, cuts decorating her pale skin. The white bandages she normally bounded around her arms, laid down next to the bouquet she just created with a large variety of flowers. She could feel the warm liquid running down the palm of her hand, a small trail of a red line following the small drop.

Rose worked in a very know flower shop, everybody in town loved the big roses they grew in the gardens. The old woman in the front, who sold the products to the people, was adored by every person who knew her.

But what they didn't know, was the ugly truth hidden behind the big wall. The old boss who got himself addicted to alcohol, harassed his workers every time he had the chance to. No one dared to tell him of, except for the petite woman named Rose. She was terrified of him, but hid those feelings behind her big eyes and the small smile that curved her lips up.

She made him bitter after she turned him down multiple times, not interested in the older person. She was polite, every time he tried, she would stay calm and tell him that she wasn't in love with him. She couldn't love a man like him, so abusive and loveless. She couldn't love a man who saw a woman as a toy, rather than a someone.

"The students are making a big scene in the street once again!," one of the older women said, pointing at the group who were very popular among the poor. They were legends to them, fighting for their rights and helping them in their lives, trying to make it better.

Rose stoop up from her chair, the knife she had in her hands placed on the wooden table. She followed the woman's finger and noticed them on the street, talking with a loud voice and dividing the papers they had over the crowd. All of them had a nice face expression, they reassured the people with their believe in a better future.

"I wonder what they think they'll gain," a red haired girl mocked, laughing with students.

"It looks like our Rose is enjoying it."

"She is such a hypocrite," the women started giggling, talking behind her back and making the young lady very uncomfortable. She knew the others hated her, for whatever reason they can think of. Everything she did, wasn't good enough for them. They reminded her that she wasn't good at anything, that she couldn't be proud of the person she believed to be, since that person wasn't accepted in a place like Paris. They told her that she had to consider the boss' offers, since she wasn't going to find someone else. They had done many things to her, but only when he wasn't around.

"Bruneau, get back to your work! Your absence is making me go crazy!" the boss walked into the workplace, the girls running back to their tables and rushed themselves to finish their flowers. Every step the big man took sounded very loud, his heavy feet landing hard on the floor.

He went to the girl named after a dark red flower, she didn't hear him and kept on staring outside. A tall student with curly locks caught her attention, she enjoyed how he spoke, his whole heart poured into his speeches. He had his red jacket on, the brooch in the colors of the flag pinned on the fabric. The white shirt he wore that day, fitted nicely on his strongly build body, his muscles very noticeable.

The boss slapped Rose out of her daydream and took her long hairs in a tight grip. He made her turn by pulling her locks to one side and grabbed her face. He forced her to look at him, making her scared of his furious expression. The veins in his neck popped out, blood rushed to his face and gave it a red appearance. He had his eyebrows close together and made the wrinkles on his face extenuate his character.

"You need to stop making me so mad, Bruneau or else it is going to end very bad," he rested his hand on her body, slowly trailing up from her back to her chest.

Rose pushed him away from her, shaking with her head and silently whispered that she didn't want this. She didn't want him so close to him, she didn't want him near at all. He was an abusive person who didn't deserve her attention.

When he tried to grab her wrist, she slapped him on the cheek. Her hands went to her mouth, her being surprised by her own actions. She took a couple of steps back, apologizing to him in a soft way. Her voice was broken, the sobs hidden in her words.

Her boss reacted fast, laying his hand on her cheek and slammed her small head on the wooden desk, leaving the girl in a lot of pain. He didn't care about the consequences, in his eyes, she deserved it.

Rose lifted her head back up, trying her best ignoring all the women around her fingers. Her fingers brushed against her cheek, as she tried to stop herself from crying. She could feel her lunges struggle to help her breath, her heart beating faster and her surroundings became more intimidating to her. It appeared as if the walls grew and locked her inside.

She could feel the tears forming in her eyes, but she blinked them away and looked to the side so that she could hide the sadness she felt.

The man with the beautiful blonde hairs and the stern voice was still standing on the street, his arms in the air while talking about the possibility of a better future. Rose couldn't keep her eyes of him, now even more because he was staring back at her. She could see the worry in his expression, as if he saw what just happened, as if he cared.