The All Nighter

I swear I was hearing things.

I swear I was seeing things.

But I don’t think I was.

As I peered through the library window, I noticed Carter sitting there reading a book.

And singing "Every Rose Has Its Thorn."

Am I shocked?

Of course.

Is it because her voice is beautiful?

Not only that, but it sounds just like Rose's. Do I think she is Rose?

Of course not.

But maybe she is.

Rose had a beautiful voice. But she never talked. Maybe this was her. Maybe I found my Rose. I braced myself and went inside. It was now or never.

"You have a beautiful voice," I said as I walked up. She jumped then blush. I guess she didn't hear me.

"Thanks," she said. "I guess I remember the lyrics now, heh heh."

"Your voice sounds familiar."

"What do you mean?"

It was now or never ….

"Like someone that was my best friend years ago," I said. I couldn't bring myself to say it.

"That's cool," she said and nodded as she flipped through the magazine. I guess she wasn't catching on. I studied her. Carter had hazel eyes and blonde hair. She had a few piercings and tattoos. She had this soft yet harsh look on her face. Maybe it wasn't her, I don't know. But it also felt like it was.

"You can talk about it if you want. I can see it in your eyes," she said. "It's always okay to talk about something when you need to. I won't tell anyone. I promise," she added. I nodded, ready to tell her what I feel.

"A long time ago, I was with my best friend. Actually, my best friend was Michael, you know, your friend. It was in kindergarten and we were best friends. We did everything together. One day we were playing. And I was sliding down the slide and when I reached the bottom, I noticed a little girl sitting there alone, looking like she was crying. I motioned Michael to follow me. We went to her and said hello. She looked up but looked down again. We tried to talk to her, but she never said a thing. We never knew her name, so I gave her a name. I also sang her a song, "Every Rose Has Its Thorn" and I sang it because I called her Rose because she was as beautiful as one. By the end of kindergarten, we realized that she wasn't going to the same elementary or middle school as me and Michael. I was crushed. Before our final goodbye, I gave her a white rose because she deserved something that was as beautiful as her. When I started singing that song earlier, it was because I had a flashback of her. I miss her. A lot. And I know I'm bugging you a lot with my rambling but I don't know, I needed it off my chest," I rambled on. I looked up at Carter with tears in her eyes.

"What?" I asked, figuring I already knew the answer.

"Cesar?" she finally asked.

It was my turn to have tears in my eyes.

No one but Rose, Michael, and my mother have ever called me that..

And no one has mentioned my first name since my father died four years ago....

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