Sorry I haven't updated My Saving Grace yet. Life has been very busy lately! So here's a tiny little oneshot as a peace offering.
Tuesday
I fall in love on Tuesdays.
I don't know why it is that way, but ever since I remember, I find myself falling in love on that day. Little Johnny Somerset when we were 7 years old? It was a Tuesday when he flipped his shiny, perfect hair away from his eyes and my childish heart went all a flutter. Billy Adams when I was 8... it was a Tuesday when he grabbed my arm and stopped me from tripping over my own two feet, and I felt my stomach clench happily. Then Joey Grant... I didn't like him for a long time, because of how he would tease me. Then one day, he said my name in just the right way, and I felt my toes curl even as I thought oh no. It was a Tuesday then, too.
I thought maybe Casey had broken the streak... after all, the Salute to Heroes Night was on a Friday, and that was when I felt my stomach do its familiar flip inside of me. But it wasn't the first time I had felt that towards Casey... the first time was when I was just a teenager, catching sight of the new kid at school. The new kid who hadn't started on a Monday for some reason... but on Tuesday.
So, it appears pretty obvious that Tuesday is my day. My day for falling in love, and, ultimately, in the end, getting my heart broken. I tend to be very careful now on Tuesdays. I don't look up from my coffee. I keep a scowl on my face, so people are less tempted to smile at me, or do anything else that might make my traitorous heart go head over heels again. If I see a man with particularly shiny hair, or a nice smile, I look the other way for a while. I focus on my work. And I wait for the day to be over. On Wednesday, I know that I will be safe again... it will be 6 whole days before Tuesday comes around once more. 6 whole days until I have to safeguard my heart once more.
I don't mean to be dramatic, but I can only take so much.
And after all, my work is more important to me than falling in love anyway.
Really.
But then...
I meet Maura Dorthea Isles on a Monday. My stomach churns, my heart flutters and my toes curl.
It's not Tuesday, I think stupidly.
But then... maybe that's the point.
END.
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