He was forcing an end to this brief reprieve from the endless loneliness and Rosalie sighed her agreement. She couldn't go inside with him, couldn't support him as she desperately wished to, couldn't do anything beyond not fighting his decree. "Okay." Rosalie stood and focused on straightening her skirts instead of him.

She lingered for a second longer than necessary on the pleats of her skirts before finally looking up at him. "Goodbye Ezra." There was nothing else she could say, nothing that would turn back time and save them both from this.

Rosalie didn't look back as she headed back down the porch and through the gate. However, instead of turning towards the direction of her hosts, Rosalie turned to walk towards the potioneer's workshop.

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