give a title for：Rose
Days turned into a blur of frustration and disappointment as Joseph continued to distance himself from me. Attempts at conversation were met with either his absence or his cold, dismissive demeanor. We talk not one word more than that is necessary for work. It was as if a wall had been erected between us, shutting me out from the warmth and camaraderie we had shared before. he was a whole new person, someone I never knew existed behind his gentle and helpful nature. Now, I think I was wrong from the start. He must have been like this since the beginning. But was it just an act of kindness?
I couldn't help but feel a mix of anger and sadness as I struggled to comprehend his sudden change in behavior. Had our friendship meant so little to him? I attempted to lighten the atmosphere with a joke, hoping to break through the tension that hung heavily in the air.
“Is it that time of the month for you?” I playfully quipped, hoping to elicit a lighthearted response. 
But instead, his irritation grew, casting a deeper shadow over our already strained relationship. “Rose, I'm busy. Can we talk later?”
Realizing that any further attempts at conversation would be futile, I made the decision to leave, my words laced with a tinge of frustration, “We'll talk when you're not so angry.”
Day turned into a days, and the pattern continued. Joseph seemed to be avoiding me or maintaining an icy silence whenever we crossed paths. It pained me to witness this change in him, especially after the kindness and support he had shown me in the past. It was disheartening to see someone treat others with such disregard and insensitivity.
Frustration gnawed at me, and I couldn't help but harbor a growing resentment towards him. “Guys are just jerks,” I muttered to myself, seeking solace in the familiar narrative that painted him as the villain. I refused to be treated as though my feelings didn't matter, and I made a silent vow to distance myself until Joseph could muster the decency to treat me with respect again.
As the week drew to a close, the anticipation of the upcoming shoot loomed overhead. Rehearsals and trials consumed most of our time, leaving me with little to occupy myself on Saturdays. With a sense of determination, I focused my energy on cleaning my neglected house, ensuring that it was once again a place of solace and comfort.
Once the chores were complete, I made my way to Joseph's place. Mark’s training has been neglected because of my busy schedule. So, for today I have planned a detailed routine for him. before leaving home, I had packed a pair Thai pads and competition gloves for him to learn. It was time for him to unleash his punches and develop some skill in the realm of self-protection.
Arriving at Joseph's place, I took a deep breath, momentarily setting aside the tension that had been brewing between me and Joseph. I might even be able to find why he’s been acting word with me today. but for now, my priority was to channel my energy into training Mark and fostering a positive environment for him to learn it. I hoped that through the shared activity, a semblance of normalcy could be restored, at least for the time being.
Entering in Joseph's house, a wave of disappointment washed over me as I realized he was nowhere to be found. 
Mark came running and hugged me tight. “Rose, I missed you a lot.” He said spreading his arms across.
Smile formed on my lips. “I missed you a lot too.” I looked around the empty house. “Where is your dad?”
“He is working.” His shoulder shrugged. “I didn’t even have breakfast with me. not even lunch. He said he has a lot of work to do today.” He has neglected his work for a long time, helping me settle in the new workplace. So, I chose not to inquire further, my focus shifting towards the training session I had planned for Mark in the training room.
The room echoed with the sound of determination as we embarked on a serious training montage. I guided Mark through various exercises, teaching him important self-defense techniques and instilling discipline in his movements. His dedication and progress were commendable as we pushed through a rigorous two-hour session, encompassing warm-ups, training drills, and a cool-down period.
“Great job, Mark! Your punches are really strong, and your form is improving. Keep up the good work!” I said patting his back.
He jumped in joy. “Thanks, Rose! I'm learning a lot from you. Can we practice some more next time? I like punching, but I like kicking too.”
“Of course, Mark! I'm here to help you become the best you can be. But now I have to go okay.”
With the training session complete, it was time for me to bid farewell. As I made my way towards the exit, I noticed Joseph's presence in the living room. The air between us remained thick with unspoken tension, neither of us willing to initiate a conversation.
He stopped me, “please have dinner with me Rose. I hate eating all by myself.” his eyes sparkled making me feel further guilty but it wouldn’t be well for me to stay for dinner when Joseph has been acting so weird. he won't like me staying behind like this.
Mark, with his innocent and perceptive nature, approached Joseph, urging him to ask me to stay for dinner. “Dad, ask Rose to stay for dinner.” He knew that if Joseph made the request, I would find it difficult to refuse. However, Joseph, still maintaining his distant and callous demeanor, brushed off Mark's suggestion, dismissing it by claiming that, “Rose must have something to do Mark. We shouldn’t take up so much of her time.”
At that moment, my patience wore thin. It was as if a switch had been flipped, and the façade of being the accommodating and understanding person shattered. “Mark, I forget my phone in the training room. Can you please bring it for me.” Mark innocently headed towards the training room to retrieve my phone, a perfect opportunity for me to address the unresolved tension between Joseph and me.
Turning to face him, my voice trembled with frustration, “What is your problem, Joseph? You keep insinuating something that I can't comprehend. You've been acting distant and cold towards me. If there's something you want to say, just say it!” His response was a cold silence, further fuelling my frustration. 
I desperately sought an explanation, urging him to speak his mind, but all he offered was a dismissive remark about not wanting to waste his time. “I don't want to waste my time, Rose. Can't you see that?”
Tears welled up in my eyes as our argument escalated, the emotions becoming overwhelming.
“I thought we were friends, Joseph. I thought I could count on you. But now you're pushing me away without any explanation.”
“Just go, Rose. I don't want to talk about it anymore.”
My emotions spilled over, tears streaming down my cheeks as our argument intensified. “Fine, if that is what you want. I'll leave.” In that moment, I longed for comfort, for Joseph to come to me and console me. But as I reached out, he remained rooted in his stubbornness, and I was left heartbroken and bewildered.
Unable to bear the weight of the situation any longer, I stormed out of his house, carrying with me a mix of confusion, frustration, and sadness. The once solid foundation of our friendship felt shattered, and I questioned whether it could ever be repaired.