“Will you stop by when you’re done?” Dana tried to sound eager and hopeful

“Of course, and we will definitely continue our little adventure.” Lara gave the tennis player a wink and then stood up and made her way to the door. “Oh I almost forgot, I want to take you out on a date this weekend. You know something special, so don’t make any plans for Saturday night.” With that said, Lara exited Dana’s apartment.

Dana fell back on the coach and covered her face with a pillow. She didn’t know if she was going to scream or burst into tears, but she was positive that she hated herself. Trying to steady her thoughts, she took the pillow away from her face and massaged her temples. She had to figure out what she was doing with Lara before she ended up hurting the red head even more.

Dana stood up and walked into her bedroom. Standing in the doorway she scanned the rumpled sheets on the bed and then allowed her eyes to find their way to the closed door of her closet. She looked at it for a few seconds, deciding whether she would open it or not. She took a few small steps and then reached out for the doorknob, slowly turning it and then pushing the door forward she found herself surrounded by her clothing, but her eyes were glued to a single shoebox that sat on the top shelf.

She grabbed the shoebox and made her way to the bed. Dana lifted the cardboard top off the box and smiled when she saw Alice’s twinkling eyes staring back at her. The picture had been taken during a small gathering at Bette and Tina’s home. Dana ran her finger along Alice’s lips and then placed the photo on the bed.

After looking at the last photograph that occupied the box, Dana pulled out a small post-it note; Alice had left on her fridge one morning. Scribbled in blue pen was a simple message:

Went to pick up some coffee from the planet.

                        Love you,

                           Alice    

The night she had come home from breaking things off with Alice she had found the post-it stuck to her fridge. It had been there for over a week and she was sure it was Gods way of telling her she had just fucked up.