Rose Street

I heard about my old apartment getting demolished and had to get in on the action. Rose Street had been one of my favorite places to live and I was sad to see it go. I wanted to call Amy and see if she wanted to go with me to watch our old building get demolished, but I knew she wouldn’t answer. The falling out we had was one of my biggest regrets and no matter what I did, I knew we would never go back to where we were. I had done my best to repair our relationship, but I knew it wasn’t enough. I had ruined everything when Ian and I had gone on a date.  

I hadn’t even known they had dated since Amy and I had met at the end of our senior year of college. She was and still is convinced I knew and had purposely started dating Ian for the sole purpose of messing with her. Part of me wanted to blame Ian for not telling me he had dated my roommate, but he probably thought it was inconsequential. We had only gone on a few dates before he disappeared from both of our lives and soon after, our lease ended and Amy moved out. Little did I know, I would have to wait months before I could watch Rose Street be demolished due to the body. The body I now knew had to be Ian. And I knew Amy was responsible.