| Well, That's That... [open to friends and family] |
[20 Nov 2014|10:19pm] |
Well... this was... a new... feeling...
Harmonia wasn't crying. She hadn't cried during the conversation, the decision or when she ultimately walked away for the last time. She didn't cry when she wandered into the grocer, bought herself four bottles of red wine and a couple pints of ice cream. She'd cried enough lately, she wasn't going to cry. She'd gone through all that trouble of purging herself of her grief and loss... this was not going to break her.
So even when her ice cream and wine was put away so she could scald herself in a hot shower and then change into sweats, she fought crying. Harmonia even managed a small laugh when she fed Bubbles. But once she was on the couch, alone, wrapped in a blanket with a glass of wine and a pint of ice cream it started to sink in a bit more.
It was over.
The strange part was that while she was sad, really sad... she was okay. She had loved him. She still loved him, but... she was okay. Maybe she shouldn't be, but she was.
She'd just have some ice cream and some wine -or a lot of both, watch some tv and snuggle on the couch... alone. Well... with her pig. Later, when she was up to it, she was going to have to erase a lot of stuff out of her phone. Or at least dump it onto her computer. Later.
Right now it was a bit too... new and raw.
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