DeliciousMaiden
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This will be a closed thread for myself and “a special guy” (please apply).
A gentle festive “reunion” story with good or bad consequences.
Hope you read along and enjoy.
OOC:
Natalie Myers
Age: 24
Height: 5’ 6”
Build: slim, statuesque, lithe.
Marital status: Single and sworn to be so forever.
IC:
I sat in the dim light and watched the candle dancing on the mantelpiece, the flames licking at the wooden logs in the fire. The Christmas tree twinkled in the darkness and threw fairytale reflections on the crystal glass on the table beside me. Semi-festive music played on the CD filling the room with the various movements of the “Nutcracker suite”. The room was heady with the smell of brandied mince pies, one of which lay partly eaten on the plate before me, nestled amongst its two brave comrades.
It was an ideal post-Christmas tableau and it was only December 21st. All was ready, all prepared, although I hadn’t finally decided what to do on Christmas Day. I wasn’t short on invitations; it was just that the opportunity of doing my own thing appealed after the past two Christmases with “him”.
I sipped my wine and deliberately shut out of my mind the hurt that the New Year had brought when he’d suddenly announced that he was being relocated to the US and that we were finished. The cavalier attitude with which he had dismissed the 18 months we’d been together still amazed me. It had meant so little to him apparently!
But I hadn’t caused a scene. We’d discussed it like civilised adults and I’d bailed out of the flat the next week, a month before he’d even been planning to start preparing for his “big move” over there. He’d never heard from me again. I was sure to leave no forwarding address. I was never one for flogging a dead horse. No one was going to dismiss me again, I had determined.
The year had been kind. I had thrown myself into work and fostered a very lively circle of friends. I kept busy and didn’t need anything. I had lots of dates and could get myself laid when the urge became a necessity, but that wasn’t really my style. I was still determined not to get “involved” emotionally so sexually it was less complex if it was merely me and my batteries.
And that wasn’t so bad, at least that way I had control, at least that way I wouldn’t be left in the lurch!
I was almost glad that the front door bell interrupted my sombre train of thought. I pulled myself off the sofa and walked through to the hall to open the door, wondering who it could be at 9 pm on a Winter’s evening?
I put on the hall light and attached the chain.
I wasn’t expecting anyone!
Slowly I opened the door, just enough to identify my visitor.
”Hello Nat.”
In my shock I let the door fall open to the extent of the chain, as I stood speechlessly on the doorstep.
It was “him”!
What he hell did he think he was doing here?
A gentle festive “reunion” story with good or bad consequences.
Hope you read along and enjoy.
OOC:
Natalie Myers
Age: 24
Height: 5’ 6”
Build: slim, statuesque, lithe.
Marital status: Single and sworn to be so forever.
IC:
I sat in the dim light and watched the candle dancing on the mantelpiece, the flames licking at the wooden logs in the fire. The Christmas tree twinkled in the darkness and threw fairytale reflections on the crystal glass on the table beside me. Semi-festive music played on the CD filling the room with the various movements of the “Nutcracker suite”. The room was heady with the smell of brandied mince pies, one of which lay partly eaten on the plate before me, nestled amongst its two brave comrades.
It was an ideal post-Christmas tableau and it was only December 21st. All was ready, all prepared, although I hadn’t finally decided what to do on Christmas Day. I wasn’t short on invitations; it was just that the opportunity of doing my own thing appealed after the past two Christmases with “him”.
I sipped my wine and deliberately shut out of my mind the hurt that the New Year had brought when he’d suddenly announced that he was being relocated to the US and that we were finished. The cavalier attitude with which he had dismissed the 18 months we’d been together still amazed me. It had meant so little to him apparently!
But I hadn’t caused a scene. We’d discussed it like civilised adults and I’d bailed out of the flat the next week, a month before he’d even been planning to start preparing for his “big move” over there. He’d never heard from me again. I was sure to leave no forwarding address. I was never one for flogging a dead horse. No one was going to dismiss me again, I had determined.
The year had been kind. I had thrown myself into work and fostered a very lively circle of friends. I kept busy and didn’t need anything. I had lots of dates and could get myself laid when the urge became a necessity, but that wasn’t really my style. I was still determined not to get “involved” emotionally so sexually it was less complex if it was merely me and my batteries.
And that wasn’t so bad, at least that way I had control, at least that way I wouldn’t be left in the lurch!
I was almost glad that the front door bell interrupted my sombre train of thought. I pulled myself off the sofa and walked through to the hall to open the door, wondering who it could be at 9 pm on a Winter’s evening?
I put on the hall light and attached the chain.
I wasn’t expecting anyone!
Slowly I opened the door, just enough to identify my visitor.
”Hello Nat.”
In my shock I let the door fall open to the extent of the chain, as I stood speechlessly on the doorstep.
It was “him”!
What he hell did he think he was doing here?
