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    Bisous; #15

     

    So I went about my daily routine, always keeping my heart at bay, never wanting to take a chance to reach out to someone else again. I decided that I wasn’t ready to trust anyone but myself.

     

    This new found independence made me feel at peace with myself; I finally found a way to completely let go of my past mistakes, and move forward to new beginnings.

     

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    I didn’t quite understand what the big deal was about birthdays; I never had a birthday party or a lot of presents, but that was fine with me. I hated it when I got gifts I had to chuck away; I always mentally accessed how well a person knew me by what they gave.

     

    Bette wasn’t a fan of giving presents, so she usually brought me out to dinner. Since she wasn’t around this year, I didn’t plan  anything for my so-called special day. Thankfully, this year it fell on a Saturday, which helped me avoid my colleagues wishing me an obligatory, “Happy birthday.”

     

    I woke up at noon, cleaned up and made myself a sandwich with a glass of red before curling up on the sofa with the book I was reading now, Veronika Decides To Die by Paulo Coelho. I’ll admit that this was quite a depressing book choice for a birthday, but it suited my mood.

     

    I was engrossed in my book that I literally jumped up when I heard the buzzer sound; shocking me out of my semi-daze.

     

    “Hello?” I asked when I clicked the intercom button.

     

    “Hi, I have a delivery for a Miss Helena Peabody,” the voice crackled.

     

    I frowned slightly, who would send me a package?

     

    “Alright, I’m buzzing you up.”

     

    A few minutes later, I was sitting in my living room with a small box on my lap. The name and address was typed out and there was no forwarding address, so I was stumped as to who sent this to me.

     

    I contemplated opening it, but my curiosity took over.

     

    I proceeded to slowly tear off the tape that sealed the box and as I opened the lid, I found a small red envelop sitting on top a lot of tiny styrephome balls. I took out the card and placed it on my desk as I dug into the box, trying to feel for what was inside; it made a great mess on my living room floor. For a moment I smiled to myself because it looked as if I was sitting in a small mount of snow.

     

    I finally felt something cold brush against my fingertips and I pulled it out.

    It was a medium sized snow globe.

     

    I loved snow globes.

     

    The little floating pieces in it were orange, yellow and copper leaves, and right in the middle of the it stood a tiny tree. It depicted Autumn perfectly, my favorite season. I turned it around in a circular motion, enjoying how the leaves floated around the globe. I smiled wistfully to myself.

     

    I put it down and opened the card.

     

    As I read what was written inside, I found myself having to read it twice.

     

    I couldn’t believe who it was.

     

    Dearest Helena,

    Happy birthday!

    I know I’ve never given you anything on your birthday,

    But I saw this and immediately thought of you.

    I miss you.

    Love, Bette.

     

    I sat holding the snow globe in my hands as I let the card slip out of my hands. I looked at it as the leaves floated around in this whimsical fashion that I loved so much.

     

    I smiled as my eyes became slightly blurry with tears.

     

    Bette, where are you?

     

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    Comments

    1. Helena needs some happiness….maybe she needs to completely cut the ties from her pass and move on. Everytime she gets a message from Bette it just makes her feel worst.

    2. neon is in process, my dear. in fact i plan on it being done in a day or two. i’m so touched by this part because i kinda feel like helena, all lost and lonely. good stuff, sweetie, i hope to see more soon!

    3. I must say I love this story! I’m really looking forward to your next post for it. One other thing can the six months hurry up and get here? I think Helena and myself have suffered enough. Really, we have. But until you feel we have suffered enough I’ll read it every chance I get. Excellent update!

    4. Man, I didn’t think she would loose her job! Sadly, while they were a comfort to each other…and a kind of love was growing, her and Tasha were not…could not completely connect because of her love for Bette. I love Tasha but ummm…was the firing legal? I suppose it would have eventually gotten quite unbearable, but what were the grounds or was that technically a mutual agreement to part? Indeed in changing her life, it is as though she’s lost control of her life. I hope she will stop going through these experiences of being dismissed, it makes her fortify her walls even more! Sometimes it masquerades as strength but really becomes impenetrability. Great update!! Btw, please, please…no moving on with Marina! lol! Thanks…PPS!

    5. EC, EC, EC….I suffering…Man am I hurting for our heroine. I think you really need to rethink that Chicago move to get the girl…I have to confess my jaw DROPPED when Tasha fired her. No kidding. Then I thought. She should fight it, but why…Its not the job that she lost, its the love, the companionship…Yup time to move on…Call me a wus but I teared up over that snow globe and the note…You are killing me!… WHERE ARE YOU BETTE!!!I don’t know how much of this I can take…You are freaking killing me with this story…Oh BTW did I mention today how much I love this story…I just don’t know how much longer I cna take this angst…I might need to go get that book Helena was reading…OK….PPS

    6. EC, EC, EC….I suffering…Man am I hurting for our heroine. I think you really need to rethink that Chicago move to get the girl…I have to confess my jaw DROPPED when Tasha fired her. No kidding. Then I thought. She should fight it, but why…Its not the job that she lost, its the love, the companionship…Yup time to move on…Call me a wus but I teared up over that snow globe and the note…You are killing me!… WHERE ARE YOU BETTE!!!I don’t know how much of this I can take…You are freaking killing me with this story…Oh BTW did I mention today how much I love this story…I just don’t know how much longer I cna take this angst…I might need to go get that book Helena was reading…OK….PPS

    7. God…I feel sorry for Helena!!! I’m really loving this story!! I can’t wait for Bette to return! They really deserve happiness together! Belena 4ever!!!!

    8. j’aime beaucoup!!! where is she indeed, autumn is definitely in the air…but it’s winter in Chicago, brrrr-maybe Tina couldn’t take it and left, yea…j’adore me update!! Cheers and PPS

    9. Hello My Beautiful Dragonfly… I can feel this is going to be a long and hard road for beautiful Helena… isn’t it funny that she left a life in which she felt completely ‘happy’ in… because she knew she couldn’t have the one object of her desires… and when she gives it up for said person… she ends up all alone anyways… I can feel her loneliness… and her pain… and her longing… it is your power with words to infuse such raw emotions within the context of your story that makes you such an amazing gift… much love and hugs, JC (Latin Nephew to those Salsa Angels) (PS – yeah ‘sleeping’ can’t get enough of that huh LOL… thanks for the music it inspired me completely last night on my long walk… huggles)

    10. wow…that was so beautiful…my eyes teared up at the present form Bette…OHHH NOOOO…A tibetter is a believer:)lol…your words my girl where so moving and powerful and full of pain that you were trying to show..so proud..well done!!!

    11. OMG this is getting so depressing. Poor Helena. I hope that she can pull everything together and not fall into old habits. As for Bette, I hope something knocks some sense into her. I don’t understand how she can deny herself the love that they share. Stubborn little something, she is. You are writing this very well. I am feeling Helena’s turmoil. But it’s making me so anxious. I am on pins and needles hoping that she makes it thru this without screwing up even worse or getting so down that she does something stupid. I have been waiting for this update with anticipation and dread. I want to know what happens next, yet I am afraid it will not be good. Crud, you’ve got me so captivated that it’s driving me crazy. God, I love/hate it! =) With that being said, PPS! LOL!

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