♦ the past is behind us ♦
She leaned against the hallway window, staring out as the rain hit the glass; running down. Her stitches were out, but the painful memories of would she did to herself still prevail. Eli was checking her out and getting her bags from the nurse's counter, and along with that he was greatly angered about what she tried to do. But he would never understand, never understand on how hard she worked for her to become this high in society that she could be able to relax and spend time with her only love, her only true love. The love she gave that child was nothing someone could duplicate. She would go down on her knees and crawl over glass for that child. And yet she was taken. Abigail rarely blames other people or herself but this time she knew it was her fault, she knew that something was wrong after the doctors had told her no, that she knew something was going to happen. And yet they ignored her. Having the child at such a young age changes you and makes you really see how it becomes into a lifestyle. She didn't mind though. She didn't mind because she was hers. A tear trickled down her cheek, hearing Eli coming she wiped it away face; though not quickly enough so that Eli didn't see her wince in pain from her scars. "Are you alright?" He asked pulling her off the window and into his arm. Her eyes scanned his face, posting more worrying then she had ever seen him. She slowly nodded and let he eyes slide to the floor and stay there. As they hit the lobby of the hospital, people stared at and her gasped as she walked under Eli's arm. His face was hard and ridged and hers was blank. When the car pulled around he threw the bags into it and then helped her slide in, then himself. It pulled away and carried them down streets in silence. Until Eli got fed up. "Why, why on earth could you possibly be so fucking stupid and want to take your own life away, you know you could have called me, and talked to me. You know I'm here for you. I've always been here for you." His eyes were filled with hurt as he turned his head and stared at her. Her face had tears spilling onto it and dripping on her face. "I...-I didn't....I..couldn't live w..-with myself." She stammered sobbing to herself. He ran a hand over his face and signed. "It wasn't your fault, and I'm sorry that I got frustrated, it's just that I-" He stopped himself and looked out the window, her eyes bore into the back of his head as if trying to signal him to turn around again. "You what..?" She asked her eyes drooping a bit. He turned his head towards her with his teeth locked. "It's just that I care deeply for you." He said threw his teeth. Her eyes dragged away and stared at the window once more, looking out at the muggy city streets. Abigail thought to herself after a few minutes, If only if it was that easy to say something else you wanted to say.
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Quiet. Oddly. Nothing.
Days spent in bed, blinds down, sunshine not daring to seep into the black hidden room of Abigail's apartment. Her eyes red and puffy and her tear stained cheeks slid across the pillow. Rolling over, her eyes burned at the clock; for time to stop but that would never happen. She got up and crossed the room and into the darkens bathroom, filled with various bottle of liquor she had brought in days before hand. Her feet swayed skillfully landing where she wouldn't fall. She stared at her reflection. The once porcelain doll now shattered into pieces, her eyes had no desire to fill with light as the day dawned on. Yet she got up. It had been a month without her daughter. A month of hell. A month of pure disgust. She crawled onto the counter and laid her head against the edge of the sink, slowly turning the faucet. The water slipped threw her fingers and splashed into the bowl while circling into a dark pit; the drain. Her eyes darted to the other side of the sink and saw a razor. Her hand snatched and held it so she could admire it's beauty. drops of water ran from her eyes as she shifted to where her arm rested in the sink, slowly she hooked the drain plug and let the bowl will with chilly water. Sinking her arm in she took hold of the razor tightly and shoved the razor in and slashing it across her arm in hatred of herself. She continued up her arm and across her shoulders, following the other arm, she took the razor and shifted slightly so her face was across the sink and cut along the corners of her mouth, the blood dripped into the sink. The blood pooled the water and made it as if it was originally blood. She looked down at the gashes, breathing heavy. Slowly she shrank down and just laid there as the blood spilled.
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Eli Hunt rang the door bell numerous of times. Her was one of Abigail's most loyal customer, but also her best friend. His heart strings were torn from him when he witnessed the most strongest person in his life, the one he knew never flinched away from anything, broke down and cried on the floor of an ER room. He knew she was a wreck but need to see her, need to make sure she was alright. His patience was waring thin and he took it upon himself to see her. He grunted and stepped back two feet and then rammed the door open, stumbling in. It was dark, usually the curtains were drawn, the fire place was lit with smoldering cedar and the air would smell of fresh honeysuckles but walking into here made you feel upset, lonely and depressed. He made his was down a hallway to find her bedroom door locked, once again preparing him to ram it. After he did, he had fall into a room he didn't recognize, it was hers but it didn't seem right. It was dark and the only light was peered threw the slightly ajar door. He rushed towards it only to her laying there, in a pool of blood. He pushed her onto her back and took her shoulders, hearing her barely breathing. He fumbled around and took a towel from the floor and wrapped it around her arms and then taking another one and pressing against her mouth and brought her up into his arms. He dashed out and slammed his foot across the way onto the door. A young red head opened the door and gasped as she ushered them in and called the ambulance.
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One beat. Two beat. Nothing. Again.
As her eyes silently fluttered open and squinted a bit. Her arms were heavily stitched and her mouth felt tight and hard to open. Her breathe caught her as her eyes darted across from her was someone slumped over in a chair. Eli. His head sprang up and locked onto her face with no expression. He stood and stormed to her bed side, pressing his hand onto the side of her head, tilting it. He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers. He breathed heavy while he stared into her now tear stricken eyes. He put his mouth to her forehead and kissed her gently and whispered into her ear, "Don't you ever try to leave me again.....I wouldn't be able to live."
Days spent in bed, blinds down, sunshine not daring to seep into the black hidden room of Abigail's apartment. Her eyes red and puffy and her tear stained cheeks slid across the pillow. Rolling over, her eyes burned at the clock; for time to stop but that would never happen. She got up and crossed the room and into the darkens bathroom, filled with various bottle of liquor she had brought in days before hand. Her feet swayed skillfully landing where she wouldn't fall. She stared at her reflection. The once porcelain doll now shattered into pieces, her eyes had no desire to fill with light as the day dawned on. Yet she got up. It had been a month without her daughter. A month of hell. A month of pure disgust. She crawled onto the counter and laid her head against the edge of the sink, slowly turning the faucet. The water slipped threw her fingers and splashed into the bowl while circling into a dark pit; the drain. Her eyes darted to the other side of the sink and saw a razor. Her hand snatched and held it so she could admire it's beauty. drops of water ran from her eyes as she shifted to where her arm rested in the sink, slowly she hooked the drain plug and let the bowl will with chilly water. Sinking her arm in she took hold of the razor tightly and shoved the razor in and slashing it across her arm in hatred of herself. She continued up her arm and across her shoulders, following the other arm, she took the razor and shifted slightly so her face was across the sink and cut along the corners of her mouth, the blood dripped into the sink. The blood pooled the water and made it as if it was originally blood. She looked down at the gashes, breathing heavy. Slowly she shrank down and just laid there as the blood spilled.
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Eli Hunt rang the door bell numerous of times. Her was one of Abigail's most loyal customer, but also her best friend. His heart strings were torn from him when he witnessed the most strongest person in his life, the one he knew never flinched away from anything, broke down and cried on the floor of an ER room. He knew she was a wreck but need to see her, need to make sure she was alright. His patience was waring thin and he took it upon himself to see her. He grunted and stepped back two feet and then rammed the door open, stumbling in. It was dark, usually the curtains were drawn, the fire place was lit with smoldering cedar and the air would smell of fresh honeysuckles but walking into here made you feel upset, lonely and depressed. He made his was down a hallway to find her bedroom door locked, once again preparing him to ram it. After he did, he had fall into a room he didn't recognize, it was hers but it didn't seem right. It was dark and the only light was peered threw the slightly ajar door. He rushed towards it only to her laying there, in a pool of blood. He pushed her onto her back and took her shoulders, hearing her barely breathing. He fumbled around and took a towel from the floor and wrapped it around her arms and then taking another one and pressing against her mouth and brought her up into his arms. He dashed out and slammed his foot across the way onto the door. A young red head opened the door and gasped as she ushered them in and called the ambulance.
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One beat. Two beat. Nothing. Again.
As her eyes silently fluttered open and squinted a bit. Her arms were heavily stitched and her mouth felt tight and hard to open. Her breathe caught her as her eyes darted across from her was someone slumped over in a chair. Eli. His head sprang up and locked onto her face with no expression. He stood and stormed to her bed side, pressing his hand onto the side of her head, tilting it. He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers. He breathed heavy while he stared into her now tear stricken eyes. He put his mouth to her forehead and kissed her gently and whispered into her ear, "Don't you ever try to leave me again.....I wouldn't be able to live."
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The rain poured as Abigail looked out her window, she shifted on her feet glittering towards a flash. Peaches had gotten a hold of the camera and snapped a picture of her. She gently smiled at her and turned back to the window. Today was the day she had just found out she had been sperated for years from her actual birth family. Apperantly at the hospital she had been mistaken for a different baby because they had looked alike. The news had bewildered her as much as to realized that her family for 26 years has been a lie. Not that is mattered since her "previous" family was all dead. She did meet her new family and they were suprisingly so open about it and welcoming, which she took in as a good thing because maybe this had been what she needed, since she almost always felt being half empty.
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All of them showed there are for my RPG.
and the gauges aren't THAT big, they are the size of the penny.
and the gauges aren't THAT big, they are the size of the penny.
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Abigail woke up in a huff today when she was startled by a scream. It was her neighbor Elise who was screaming at her client. which was normal because it was almost as if they were married. Peaches was already up and out for daycare for the week, which meant she wouldn't see her until Friday, the day she gets off. She saw that it was noon and she had been in a fog because she really had nothing to do. but she pulled some sweats over her panties and a loose tank over her chest and grabbed what she needed and ran out the door. While she was walking down the grand staircase of the building she was the girls coming in from a late night a partying which was what she once did. every night. Ever since Peaches came she wasn't as out as she was but that was okay. She was being paid more now then she was when she was just partying. She pulled out her lipstick and ran it over her lips then threw it in her bag and walked to the front desk.
"Good Morning Ms. Abigail. and How may I help you this fine day?" The frontman, George, said.
"Oh I'm going out. if anyone comes for me just tell them to leave a note with you. Alright?" She said smiling to him then pulling out her phone.
"You have my word." He said smiling and walking away.
She walked to her car that had already been pulled around and slid in to the familar surroundings. The car had been a gift from one of her clients, along with the driver aswell. Most call girls these days don't understand that to be a call girl means to have your name plastered on someone when they bring you out, to be brought up when they ask where you are. To be the socialite and still throw back drinks.
She scrolled threw her phone and counted her texts and then lookes forward to see that they had already arrived at her work. She slid out from the car and ran into the backdoor where she was greeted by her best friend Veronica, whom had just gotten in from a job.
"You won't believe what this guy put me threw! All he did was coplain about his wife and job. I expect a car. and a ring!" She exclaimed laughing and grabbing my arm. We walked and carried on the conversation until we were brought into the "Bunny Ranch" which was what we like to call our home away from home. sometimes our clients would meet us here to just talk and spend time together and when I walked over to my stall I found one of my favorites. Victor Precscott the fourth. He was 48, tall, hansome and very wealthy. He had been with me since I first started and always paid his dues. He was almost a best friend you could say, not including the sex. but he always made it worth the while.
"Well, fancy meeting you here. " He said shifting onto his left arm which was crooked ona table next to my armor. "Isn't is now?" She said throwing her bag onto another amros fancy the oppsite wall. The miniature rooms they have in the part of the building were probably the size of a dorm and they were given the option of armors or beds, and she had picked armors. They discussed and had a good time and when time came for them to say good by, she had already fallen asleep. He gradually picked her up and moved her onto an amor and covered her, leaving a kiss on her forehead and left her with a note.
"Good Morning Ms. Abigail. and How may I help you this fine day?" The frontman, George, said.
"Oh I'm going out. if anyone comes for me just tell them to leave a note with you. Alright?" She said smiling to him then pulling out her phone.
"You have my word." He said smiling and walking away.
She walked to her car that had already been pulled around and slid in to the familar surroundings. The car had been a gift from one of her clients, along with the driver aswell. Most call girls these days don't understand that to be a call girl means to have your name plastered on someone when they bring you out, to be brought up when they ask where you are. To be the socialite and still throw back drinks.
She scrolled threw her phone and counted her texts and then lookes forward to see that they had already arrived at her work. She slid out from the car and ran into the backdoor where she was greeted by her best friend Veronica, whom had just gotten in from a job.
"You won't believe what this guy put me threw! All he did was coplain about his wife and job. I expect a car. and a ring!" She exclaimed laughing and grabbing my arm. We walked and carried on the conversation until we were brought into the "Bunny Ranch" which was what we like to call our home away from home. sometimes our clients would meet us here to just talk and spend time together and when I walked over to my stall I found one of my favorites. Victor Precscott the fourth. He was 48, tall, hansome and very wealthy. He had been with me since I first started and always paid his dues. He was almost a best friend you could say, not including the sex. but he always made it worth the while.
"Well, fancy meeting you here. " He said shifting onto his left arm which was crooked ona table next to my armor. "Isn't is now?" She said throwing her bag onto another amros fancy the oppsite wall. The miniature rooms they have in the part of the building were probably the size of a dorm and they were given the option of armors or beds, and she had picked armors. They discussed and had a good time and when time came for them to say good by, she had already fallen asleep. He gradually picked her up and moved her onto an amor and covered her, leaving a kiss on her forehead and left her with a note.
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She carfully placed her hand on the alarm clock and reach over and grabbed her clients shirt. Her client had been Charler Vendorle, whom had been one of the richest men on the east coast. She shuffle to the bathroom and slammed her hand down onto the light and looked into the mirror, she pouted at her hair that had been flat last night but now reset into a delicate wave along her back. Her eyes were cold and light, almost as a cold drink of water. and her mouth puckered into a gentle soft red from a lip stain she had been using. She did her business in the bathroom and returned to the bedroom to find Charles up and pulling on his shorts. She smiled at him lightly and went over to her closet and pulled clothes out. She was at his house and had been there so frequently she decided to have a closet there. She didn't bother putting a bra on so she just pulled out a corset and a boyfriend jacket then slipped on her shorts. She looked at him with eyes of question.
"Looks great!" He said smiling wide.
"That's good. I'm not really going anywhere but I feel the need to where this. " She said pointing down. She skipped over to her side of the bed and pulled on her favorite red shoes.
"Thanks for last night Charlie, it was really fun." She said looking over to him. He just simply smiled as she skipped over and kissed his forehead.
"Until we meet a again my fair knight!" She said, exiting with a dramatic leave.
She chuckled to herself as she walked down the wide staircase and out the big cherry wood doors.
As she stepped inside her apartment she was greeted with the familar scent of her home and gradually made her way into the living room where everythign was cleaned to perfection by her maid. Peaches was away at camp for a few weeks so while she was away she decided to hit up stores and have time at with friends. Which may be suprising but she rarely does. She took her time looking threw things and buying them one by one and even going to Peaches favorite store and grabbing her some of her favorite hoodies and tshirts. The ride home was quiet without peaches screaming for something in the back or shouting out lyrics to her favortie songs. Abby took think and made it even bigger when she realized Peaches wouldn't be here when they have movie night. Movie night was her favorite. She had always loved the popcorn and the cozzying up with her mommy. When Peaches was first born Abby always sung her little hyms to sooth her and would always ask her, "Can you hear my heart beat?, because it only beats for you my pet. " She would coo her as she would sit on her lap or nuzzle into the crook of her arm and play with Vincent's dogtags that hung on her neck. And to only think that someone could take her heart away from her baby never crossed her mind because would always ask, "Can you hear my heart beat?" and Peaches would say, "Yes, mommy because it only beats for me."
"Looks great!" He said smiling wide.
"That's good. I'm not really going anywhere but I feel the need to where this. " She said pointing down. She skipped over to her side of the bed and pulled on her favorite red shoes.
"Thanks for last night Charlie, it was really fun." She said looking over to him. He just simply smiled as she skipped over and kissed his forehead.
"Until we meet a again my fair knight!" She said, exiting with a dramatic leave.
She chuckled to herself as she walked down the wide staircase and out the big cherry wood doors.
As she stepped inside her apartment she was greeted with the familar scent of her home and gradually made her way into the living room where everythign was cleaned to perfection by her maid. Peaches was away at camp for a few weeks so while she was away she decided to hit up stores and have time at with friends. Which may be suprising but she rarely does. She took her time looking threw things and buying them one by one and even going to Peaches favorite store and grabbing her some of her favorite hoodies and tshirts. The ride home was quiet without peaches screaming for something in the back or shouting out lyrics to her favortie songs. Abby took think and made it even bigger when she realized Peaches wouldn't be here when they have movie night. Movie night was her favorite. She had always loved the popcorn and the cozzying up with her mommy. When Peaches was first born Abby always sung her little hyms to sooth her and would always ask her, "Can you hear my heart beat?, because it only beats for you my pet. " She would coo her as she would sit on her lap or nuzzle into the crook of her arm and play with Vincent's dogtags that hung on her neck. And to only think that someone could take her heart away from her baby never crossed her mind because would always ask, "Can you hear my heart beat?" and Peaches would say, "Yes, mommy because it only beats for me."
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Abigail took a shift in her seat as she looked across the room into a vass place of nothing. Mondays. They disgusted her. Even though she loved work Mondays always seemed to have dragged. The pictures of Peaches lined the walls of her office and her desk. Having one child was probably the only thing she could handle. She worked at a call girls office. Her being a call girl herself, she was use to the man, the gifts, and all the sacrifice with it. A call girl was a date you pay for. More or less, a legal prostiitute. You would pay for a date and then if you did decide to do it. You would pay after. Though it was always the callgirls choice because it's a choice-allowing job. She had been working as a callgirl ever since she was 16 with the same company. le Stata quo girls. More of a higher end. You do the work and you get paid. Each day she comes in and checks her schedule, checking when and where she has to be. The client gets to pick where they go, what they do, and when to go home. but with all that control comes a big price. She gets paid two thousand per clientel a day. That is because as it stated before, a higher range of women. She has been with senators, mayors, govenors, designers. You name it and shes there because those are the ones that come and always come. and when they come so does the gifts and the familiar faces.
Her daughter had been her first marriages which ended with her becoming a widow. Vincent had served in Iraq and had been deplyed 4 months after they had gotten married. As soon as he landed his area was bombed and he was killed instantly. The pain struck over her as if she had been shot in the chest. For months on end she would double over as if a heart attack came when someone spoke of him, and what killed her even more is that her daughter had never met her own father. The years went by and the pain became easy to deal with. Peaches was now four years old and able to comprehand that her daddy was never coming home but still the countful cards of I miss you daddy were under her bed in a little shoe box with his picture and metal. Being back to work had been good for her, She seemded to be happy with what she was doing and she was, meeting people and experiencing new things.
She snapped out of her thought cloud as she heard a timer go off in her draw and she quicklly pressed it down, signalling another day was over and it was time to go home. She pulled her bag from behind her chair and pulled on her coat then moving towards the door and flicking off the lights. The hallways had pictures in black and white of all the girls that worked there along with black carpet that lead you to the front lobby area where you be great by Ms. Quo, head Mistress. It was almost as if she was their mother because she was always looking out for the girls best intension.
Abigail gave everyone a smile and hug as she left the building and walked out into the brisk air and unlocked her car. She slid in and roared the engine alive. She screeched out of the back parking lot of the building and sped her way home, down a vacant road.
"Mommy's home!' She yelled as she pushed open her apartment door.
Peaches came running to the door and jumped into her arms, snuggling into her shoulder.
"I missed you mommy." She whispered into her ear.
"I missed you to pumpkin" She said shifting her into her other hip.
The apartment had been bought by one of her regular clientel, a Senator. The apartment building held the girls from the company aswell because callgirls stick together.
She watched Peaches wiggle out of her and went to the living rooms where she was watching spongebob and jumping on the couch. Abigail watched her and thought if only time could stay still.
Her daughter had been her first marriages which ended with her becoming a widow. Vincent had served in Iraq and had been deplyed 4 months after they had gotten married. As soon as he landed his area was bombed and he was killed instantly. The pain struck over her as if she had been shot in the chest. For months on end she would double over as if a heart attack came when someone spoke of him, and what killed her even more is that her daughter had never met her own father. The years went by and the pain became easy to deal with. Peaches was now four years old and able to comprehand that her daddy was never coming home but still the countful cards of I miss you daddy were under her bed in a little shoe box with his picture and metal. Being back to work had been good for her, She seemded to be happy with what she was doing and she was, meeting people and experiencing new things.
She snapped out of her thought cloud as she heard a timer go off in her draw and she quicklly pressed it down, signalling another day was over and it was time to go home. She pulled her bag from behind her chair and pulled on her coat then moving towards the door and flicking off the lights. The hallways had pictures in black and white of all the girls that worked there along with black carpet that lead you to the front lobby area where you be great by Ms. Quo, head Mistress. It was almost as if she was their mother because she was always looking out for the girls best intension.
Abigail gave everyone a smile and hug as she left the building and walked out into the brisk air and unlocked her car. She slid in and roared the engine alive. She screeched out of the back parking lot of the building and sped her way home, down a vacant road.
"Mommy's home!' She yelled as she pushed open her apartment door.
Peaches came running to the door and jumped into her arms, snuggling into her shoulder.
"I missed you mommy." She whispered into her ear.
"I missed you to pumpkin" She said shifting her into her other hip.
The apartment had been bought by one of her regular clientel, a Senator. The apartment building held the girls from the company aswell because callgirls stick together.
She watched Peaches wiggle out of her and went to the living rooms where she was watching spongebob and jumping on the couch. Abigail watched her and thought if only time could stay still.
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My breathe came soft as the cool breeze of spring swept threw my hair and around my body. The sun was setting making the trees grow faint with the light of soon to be forgotten hours. My eyes glazed over with the same satisfaction of when reruns of sex and the city play. The same old thing. I ran my hand across the the grass under my chair, feeling the softness of its freshly grown blades tickle my fingers while dancing to the wind. Peaches came into view running in her white spring dress covered in green stains from her knees up, her stockings torn and her pigs tails that were once on her head now slanted on the side filled with leaves and sticks.
"Well now. I see that you have been rolling around some where, just a guess though. I could be wrong." I said pulling her in front of me and looking at the stains closely. "Go in the house and ask Anna if she can get you changed for dinner and bleach your dress." I said standing up and fixing my dress. Peaches hurried up the steps and ran threw the kitchen hurrying threw the foyer and up the steps, hearing her shoes slam against the marble steps one by one. I grabbed the timer from the counter and looked at it, 25 more minutes to go. I put it down and went to the kitchen table, taking today's mail off and flipping threw it. Nothing. I walked threw the main hallway looking at picture frames that use to be filled with pictures of the past but now filled with better memories then before. Peaches, Lamonte, and I in Paris for the summer with barres on our head; Jess and I when we were children with Kim and Elise; Vincent and I before he was deployed to Iraq. I looked at the last one and looking at the plaque that had been there since the day of our wedding, "Miles apart, but together in heart." in was a saying that had been put into my mind from him saying it over and over again until I learned that we were always together even if we were separated. I blinked back into reality, seeing Lamonte at the steps peering down at me. I looked up at her and simply smiled. I turned into the kitchen and took the timer off and set it on the other counter, I pulled on oven mitts and pulled out homemade mac and cheese I learned from my mother. I laid it on the counter and pushed the window open. I let the smell wafer around and the children came bouncing in squaring off the table and smiled at me patiently, I smiled back and turned to the window looking at the sunset one final time and realized that, coming back from reality is like coming back to life.
"Well now. I see that you have been rolling around some where, just a guess though. I could be wrong." I said pulling her in front of me and looking at the stains closely. "Go in the house and ask Anna if she can get you changed for dinner and bleach your dress." I said standing up and fixing my dress. Peaches hurried up the steps and ran threw the kitchen hurrying threw the foyer and up the steps, hearing her shoes slam against the marble steps one by one. I grabbed the timer from the counter and looked at it, 25 more minutes to go. I put it down and went to the kitchen table, taking today's mail off and flipping threw it. Nothing. I walked threw the main hallway looking at picture frames that use to be filled with pictures of the past but now filled with better memories then before. Peaches, Lamonte, and I in Paris for the summer with barres on our head; Jess and I when we were children with Kim and Elise; Vincent and I before he was deployed to Iraq. I looked at the last one and looking at the plaque that had been there since the day of our wedding, "Miles apart, but together in heart." in was a saying that had been put into my mind from him saying it over and over again until I learned that we were always together even if we were separated. I blinked back into reality, seeing Lamonte at the steps peering down at me. I looked up at her and simply smiled. I turned into the kitchen and took the timer off and set it on the other counter, I pulled on oven mitts and pulled out homemade mac and cheese I learned from my mother. I laid it on the counter and pushed the window open. I let the smell wafer around and the children came bouncing in squaring off the table and smiled at me patiently, I smiled back and turned to the window looking at the sunset one final time and realized that, coming back from reality is like coming back to life.
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