"Listen to me," the writer began, shifting in her seat so that she was facing Jules. "I’m with you, okay? Because I want to be. Not because you’re some consolation prize. Dana may have left me, but I’ve come to realize that it was the right thing to do. We’re not meant to be her and I. No matter how close we were as friends, something just didn’t translate, you know? And that’s why I’m not with her anymore." Alice wasn’t exactly convincing in her plea, and she wasn’t sure how much more she could say without sounding like she lacked conviction. She did feel that Jules was no one’s consolation prize, and would just as soon break up with her herself if she thought she was treating her that way. And she was also sure that the breakup with Dana was meant to be. They couldn’t have gone on much longer operating the way they were…both completely losing themselves in the intensity of the relationship, and pushing the other further away by the second. Alice became this dependent, needy, smotherer, and Dana took to shutting down and running away because it got to be too much. It was if they had created a monster….a monster that they were both so afraid of destroying since it most likely meant destroying the very friendship that brought them together in the first place. But it ended nonetheless, and while Alice was sure that the breakup was meant to be, she wasn’t so sure Dana and her weren’t. But right now, she couldn’t bring herself to consider the other possibility—the one where she ignored all the sirens and alarms in her head and gave Dana another try. It was just too much for her to consider. Her heart was safe with Jules, and that was exactly what she needed it to be.

"Are you sure this is what you want? Cause it just seems like every time we try to be together, she somehow gets in the way."

"You’re right," was all Alice could reply. "And for that I’m sorry. I’ve let Dana get in the way of our happiness for way too long and it’s been so unfair to you." Alice tentatively raised her hand and cupped Jules’ face, pushing an errant strand of long blonde hair away in the process. Jules smiled back at her. "Anyway," the writer began as she moved closer. "I’d like to put an end to that…maybe starting now?" She slowly closed the gap between them by pressing her lips softly against the blonde’s. What started out soft and apologetic quickly turned into a more heated exchange, but Jules eventually forced herself to break away.