Maureen walked into the all familiar Life Café and slid herself free from her black leather coat. The warm air felt comforting against her rigid skin. As she shook the snow free from her chestnut hair, she found a secluded table in the corner by the window. Tonight was an odd night. She was usually the life of the party, the center of attention, but tonight she just wasn't in the mood. Especially this close to the holidays, which she'd slowly started to loathe. Ignoring more than a few awfully pretentious men (and women) that offered to buy her a drink, she walked to the little table and sat down. Unintentionally, she left reality to sit in her thoughts.
It had been an entire year since Angel died. It had been an entire year since she had talked to Mark, Mimi, Roger or Collins. It had been an entire year since she even had the slightest run in with Benny. It had been an entire year ever since she'd spoken to her.
Her parting with Joanne had been on anything but good terms. Joanne had stormed out on her, leaving her all alone. That was exactly a year ago tonight. Admittedly, she knew it was all her fault. She flirted too much, she was never grateful for having Joanne around. She definitely deserved what she got. A door slammed in her face. She deserved the cold shoulder.
Despite what Joanne might believe, Maureen really did love her. She was in love with her, and only her. No matter how much she 'flirted' with other people, Joanne would always be her one and only. That didn't matter anymore though, at least not to Joanne.
She didn't deserve someone as great as Joanne, and she never would. They were too opposite. She loved to have fun, to live a little. Joanne was uptight, the jealous type. No matter how much she didn't want to believe it, they were completely incompatible. That's just the way things worked out in the end. She tried to tell herself that it was for the best, tried to put a smile on and get back to her usual self and outrageous lifestyle.
But even after a year, things never got back to the way they had been before Joanne had left…She still loved Joanne, but there was no chance with that anymore. She just had to let it go…
"Hey, mind if I sit here?" asked a smiling guy. His hair was platinum blonde, side parted. It was shaggy, but not unkempt. Maureen didn't answer. She didn't even glance up to look at him. Slightly less confident, he sat himself in the chair across from her.
"Something bothering you?" he asked as he leaned forward to stare into her eyes. Again, she said nothing.
"Maybe if I ignore him, he'll go away," she thought. She moved her gaze to out the window.
"Maureen…please," said the man, almost pleading with her. "Talk to me." Her green eyes grew wide as she realized who the man was.
Author's Note: So yeah, inspiration randomly struck me and this came out. Update should be up soon. Please Read and Review! =)