thread: boo valentine's day WHO: Heather and Elle WHAT: Commiserating WHEN: Tonight, the 14th, that dreaded day for divorcees! WHERE: Elle's place.
Galantine's Day had been a great success, and that was really gratifying for Heather. She'd always wanted solid female friends, but they'd been fleeting in the past. Some at St. M's when she went there, some in college, but everyone eventually spread apart due to life. It worked perfectly with this group, since they worked together, lived near each other. She came away from the brunch happy, but knew that the next day would be a dreaded one. It wasn't that she was a woman who cared a great deal about Valentine's Day, although Rafe was always good at making her feel special on it. She'd managed to do just fine on this day without him, although the first year was hard and bitter. The problem was how close he was. She could walk to his room. She could make that terrible decision. She could curl up in his arms and pretend things were different. It was so tempting.
She went to Elle's room instead. That was the safer choice. If anyone understood, it was Elle, divorced herself and alone on this night. Or at least Heather thought so, she couldn't be completely sure. But her feet had to take her somewhere, better there than any other temptation. Heather got the red rose, and she knew. She knew. No one else did it, and even if she did get several others, she would have known it was his. So Heather showed up with a knock at Elle's door, dressed down in jeans and a fuzzy sweater, and with a bottle of good wine. She didn't want to be the single woman who hated this day. So she'd be the friend who found a friend that hated it together.