Si Alma - Si Rose At

That night, they opened all the windows. Alma played a soft song on her guitar—no drums, no screaming. Rose made soup with too much chili. It made them both cough and laugh.

Rose, washing a vase in the sink, didn’t turn around. “You can’t save everyone by breaking yourself.” SI ROSE AT SI ALMA

Then Alma did something she never did. She stopped talking. She fetched a comb, a towel, and a pair of proper shears. She sat behind Rose and began to cut. Not fast. Not fiery. Slowly. Gently. That night, they opened all the windows