In Virginia…..

While everyone left the office for the day Tasha remained continuing working. With the exception of the sound of her pounding away at the keys on her keyboard and the roaring vacuum being pushed along the carpet by the cleaning crew she was alone. Closing one file then reaching for another she opens it studying the contents then entered the information into the system. Taking a sip of the fresh coffee she recently brewed she hoped it was strong enough to keep her awake for the next two hours. Reaching for another file she accidently knocked over her coffee spilling it all over her desk ruining some of the files.

“Shit!” She says trying to push as many as she could away from the spill. Opening the bottom drawer she grabs some paper towels and begins to soak up the coffee. After she cleaned up the spill she notices the picture she kept on her desk fell lying face down on her desk. Picking it up, she notices a few droplets of coffee splashed on the glass grabbing another paper towel she wipes off the drops. Looking over it once more she made sure it was clean then returns it to its rightful place on her desk. Flopping down in her chair she stares at the frame containing a picture of Alice. The whole reason why she had been working late the last couple of days was to keep herself occupied and to take her mind off her. Sitting alone in an empty condo only caused her mind to wonder forcing her to think of every worst case scenario possible plaguing their relationship.

She missed her dearly but given the nature of their last few phone calls it didn’t appear Alice felt the same. Even after hearing the words from her Alice failed to tell her she loved her in return on three different occasions something she had never done before. There conversations were short and rushed and it always felt like she was in the middle of something more important than her. She hated feeling like something was wrong and didn’t want to jump to conclusions which was easy to do especially since she was on the other side of the country. She was by no means insecure but being honest with herself she couldn’t help feel that Alice was falling out of love with her. Deep down she was a wreck and the one person she desperately wanted to talk to about how she was feeling wasn’t interested in speaking to her. In an attempt not to annoy her she cut back her texting only sending her two text a day one in the morning and one before she went to bed at night. Sometimes she would get a response sometimes she wouldn’t. Everything she wanted rest in the mind, heart, and soul of the beautiful blonde smiling back at her in the picture.