Alessandra woke up, and she was immediately unsettled because she had dreamt about Eliza. It was not the first time she dreamt about her, but this time it was deeply intimate even though they had not had sex. Alessandra had been close to her as a lady in waiting in medieval times and she had told her that she loved her. Eliza told her that she loved her too but it was not convenient.
Now on her side and sweaty, Alessandra wondered if that was why Eliza did not want to be with her? That she had some medieval construct about love and what she was supposed to want? There was no way that they could have been as close as they had been, and she was the only one who came out of it being in love she felt. They were always together at one point, how could it have just been her?
That morning, she texted Eliza. She wondered if she would respond back and she did. They agreed to meet at a cafe near Eliza’s.
Seeing Eliza sitting at the table with her long, dark hair sipping from a large cup made Alessandra tear up. The disappointment from the rejection was too much to bear and it was interfering with her life. Rabekkah refused to speak to her once she realized it was Eliza who had spurned her, and now here she was watery-eyed and looking longingly at this woman whose love she could not attain.
“Used to be so commonplace for us to meet up like this,” she said with a bitter smile. “Or at each other’s place.”
“Indeed until you kicked me out of your car that night and said my husband was dishonest to me.”
Alessandra rolled her eyes, it had not been her best night.
“I was upset.”
“Yes, I learned that.”
Suddenly, Alessandra turned on her heel, she had to go.
And then everything went black.
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Oh my, this is a dramatic episode. I’m holding my breath until the next one!
~ Marie xox