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    Phoenix Rising

     

    “I don’t have a driver anymore.” I quietly confessed, “A lot has changed since I saw you last.”

     

    “Thank-you so much for coming tonight, you have no idea what it means to me.”

     

    It was my turn to blush. “You look wonderful Dylan, it’s so good to have seen you after so long.”

     

    “I hope I’ll see you again.” She responded with that look in her eye, the one that made me melt all those months ago.

     

    “I’d like that too.” I admitted “Are you and Danny…?”

     

    “No, God, no.” She replied hurriedly, “I left him after what happened in LA. Didn’t you get tape I left you?”

     

    “I watched it but I just couldn’t ever listen to it.” I confessed.

     

    She nodded slowly. “I couldn’t ever bring myself to admit what I really felt for you.”

     

    “What was that?” I questioned as my heart skipped a beat despite myself.

     

    “I don’t know that there are words to describe that kind of intensity.” Dylan replied as she caught my eye and challenged me to be the first to look away.

     

    “Try” I urged as I held her eyes with my own.

     

    “Have dinner with me.” She countered as she steadily held my gaze. “Tomorrow night.”

     

    I pondered the offer for a moment, imagining the scene in my mind. I wanted her, that would probably never change, but I wasn’t brave enough to risk my heart again.

     

    “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea, Dylan.” I responded as I forced a small smile, “There’s been a lot of water under the bridge since we…”

     

    “Is water under the bridge really the issue, Helena? Or did I just burn my bridges to the point where there’s nothing left?” She asks with a look of such profound regret that I long to take her into my arms.

     

    “We’re not the same people…I’m not the same person.” I clarified as I finally relented and lowered my gaze.

     

    “It’s just dinner.” She responded as though it could do me no harm when I knew full well it could. “Helena, you have no idea how much I regret what happened…what I did to you.”

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    Comments

    1. HackGirl, my very sophisticated reaction upon seeing your post was ‘Yay!’ Thanks for this – I hope you find time, interest and inspiration to continue writing & sharing.

    2. i’ve just re-read “if it makes you happy” and so excited to see your post. i scanned through the first few paragraphs and thought it was a Helena & Tina story and couldnt continue. then again… it is you. i could not refuse reading your writing. boy, am i glad i did. hoping to read more. you’ve been missed, hackgirl.

    3. Wow it really is glad to see an “old” name writing again. First, no apologies for it not being a Bette and Tina story, I truly felt that Helena and Dylan were good together and that there was so much that could have been done between them. This is what Helena needs to pull herself together, to realize that it isn’t all about money (Peggy’s lesson). Good start, post soon and thanks!

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