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    Alice & Tasha: Sapphos Ast

    “Sorry about that, “Tasha takes the box and begins trying to wipe the access water on her wet shirt. When she finally felt she removed the extra water she reaches out and tries to hand the chocolates back to Alice. When Alice didn’t take the box Tasha begin to feel really bad.

    “Please take it, “Tasha whispers trying not to cry because she knew she had hurt Alice.

    Alice takes the chocolates.

    “Oh, and this is for you to, “Tasha says laying her sweater on the ground she begins to unfold it. There still intact was a single yellow rose. She grabs it and hands it to Alice.

    “I bought you a bouquet full of them but they got messed up when I was running this was the only one I could save I know it’s pathetic but I really want you to have it.”

    Alice takes the flower and brings it to her nose and smells it. The rose still had that flower scent but she could also smell Tasha cologne to.

    “Okay—-well I’m going to go and I’m really sorry about tonight again I’m so sorry, “she says staring at Alice. When she didn’t get a response she turns and heads down the hallway to the elevators. Once the doors on the elevator doors closed shut the tears she had held back begin to fall. When Tasha got outside it was still raining the way she was feeling running was no longer an option so she walked. Her body was shaking terribly from the wet clothes she was wearing. As she began the walk home she silently hoped that Alice would give her another chance.

    Tasha had left ten minutes ago and Alice had yet to move from her doorway. There was a wet and muddy puddle still present from where Tasha stood. She had never seen anything more romantic. She ran. In the rain. Just to get to me. A box of chocolates and a single yellow rose. All of this for me. Alice thought to herself. If that wasn’t love she didn’t know what was.

    There were no oncoming cars in either direction so Tasha thought it was the best time to cross the street. With her back turned she could see the headlights of a car. Making sure that she wouldn’t be hit she veered all the way over away from the traffic. As she veered over the headlights were now beaming directly on her back. Still sensing that she was in the vehicles way she veers over again but this time when she does the person driving the vehicle honks there horn. Tasha stops and when she does the car pulls alongside her and the window slowly rolls down. Due to the stinging rain Tasha is trying to adjust her eyes to see who it is and what they wanted. She wasn’t in the mood to beat some pervert ass not tonight.

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    1. Sorry for the late post I had a death in the family. If your following this story and my Cabin Saints story (which I am still working on) if you don’t walk away with nothing else after reading my stories I hope you walk away with knowing that love however form it comes in is love nonetheless. Love an emotion and feeling in my opinion that everyone is entitled and deserving of. Much Love!!!

    2. Omg running in the rain just to hand her a washed up flower and box of chocolates and to apologize for not being able to make it???Can we all agree how much we love Tasha. Oh gosh! And really Alice? Naked shower together. Sigh. Oh and the cash truck. Talice is off the chain in this story. Love it

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