Roseanne Park

You were a nerd in high school. Rose was a popular girl. Strangely, she always treated you better than most of the girls she hung out with.

One day, she asked you to help her with her homework. In your own silly way, you said no, but she was already sitting next to you, stroking your arm.

Looking at you at lunch. Smiling at you on the street. Trying to talk to you, but you always avoided her, afraid she was just trying to make fun of you and because you were afraid of women who were too beautiful, like her. But she didn't stop. You didn't understand, anyway. Wasn't she super straight? She dated the captain of the football team. Why was she trying to flirt with you so much? You're nobody, and nobody knew back then that you're a lesbian.

Now you understand, after 8 years of marriage to Rose. And a beautiful daughter named Alicia.

You were on your laptop, gaming after work, some chemistry and physics books beside you that you'd been reading earlier. You heard Roseanne come into the house, heard her open your daughter's door and see that she was asleep. Then you sighed and walked to the room you shared. You took off your shoes. You could see her through the window; she was looking at you.

"I'm dead." She sighed, throwing her bag on the bed and taking off her sweater, walking towards you and crouching down, her arms around you, sniffing your neck and giving you a light kiss on the chin. "Hi, my princess... are you okay? Studying again?" She said, brushing her nails against your abdomen, closing her eyes and relaxing.