I lost a day to an episode.
Haunting eyes both memories and delusions.
So I stop.
I stopped looking into a ghost.
Taking this as a sign to quit the project all together.
I had a enough phantoms in my life and for all I knew it could have been one of the nation's basketball players or
Something.
I work instead.
Another chapter of my book finally finished.
Four years.
It took four years to start adding to it again.
I write several more articles for a few blogs who have asked me so stay on board for as long as I can.
"So until I play with you for months again."
I roll my eyes over the feeling of depression.
Yet it lingers.
"This again? You've finally finished this chapter but look at the descriptions. It's as if a child wrote it."
I feel this jab.
A knife twisting in my heart.
Giving me that weightless weight in my chest once more.
"Yes." I mutter to myself, "It's that bad."
My phone buzzes.
A text.
Then a ring.
BLOSSOM reads the screen with a picture of her smiling towards the camera.
At least she can still smile.
I answer.
"Hey, you almost here?" I look over my shoulder. It smiles at me, using his deadly, beautiful smile. My eyes pass over the phantom form and look towards my apartment.
I need to make sure none of my symptoms are showing through.
Nothing.
I've been keeping up with the house work.
Even grocery shopped to make a few meals for their stay.
"Oh about that Buttercup, that's actually why I called." Her tone sounds defeated, sad.
"One down, one more to go."
"What about it?"
"This case is getting weirder and weirder and I can't take any leave to see you. I'm sure Bubbles is coming still. She should be there too."
"Rude to cancel last minute but I like her style of disappointment."
"Alright no problem. I'll call Bubs in a minute. Be careful on your weird case."
"I'll see you soon. I love you." She says before hanging up.
"Both lies." It laughs and I curl into myself on my desk chair for a moment before picking up my phone again.
Bubbles picks up on the first ring.
"Buttercup! I'm so glad you called did you see my text? I can't make it out. I've gotten this large dress order for the upcoming red carpet event in LA. I know my assistant can't fill the order. Plus I've gotten this weird…"
"Two for two. Both pretty little liars."
"It's okay don't worry about it. I'm glad you guys can't make it out I'm in the middle of a project anyway. Bye. Get it done." I interrupt her and hang up in one breath.
I stare at my computer screen until my eyes begin to hurt. I turn it off without saving my progress and crawl into bed.
"That's my girl."
Months pass since I've last spoken to either sister. Blossom had to cancel seeing Buttercup because of a very heavy case opening up that could not be neglected. I had to cancel because I had been asked to make 100 more dresses for an upcoming red carpet event.
Handmade dresses.
In a matter of weeks but I got it done.
Guess I'm not a Powerpuff girl for nothing.
I sit, needle poised over my last dress. The bodice is done in a deep ocean blue.
The problem with this dress is that it was asked by an anonymous buyer.
A husband requested it for his wife. Whom I wasn't allowed to see to take measurements.
I was just given them in the letter.
You read that right, a letter.
The oddest part about it all was the woman had the EXACT same measurements as me.
It felt as if I was making my own dress.
Which made it harder not to make the dress for me.
Though the husband had said the only thing he wanted to dictate was the color.
Deep
Ocean
Blue.
The rest was up to me.
I've always been pulled to this color.
This color used to hold fond memories.
Loving eyes.
Soft kisses.
I sigh and wonder if this man knew how torturous this task was becoming.
But I need to add something!
"Ms. I think we should break for lunch." Assistant Lopez chimes in. Setting her completed dress down.
A gorgeous piece of deep red wine wrapped in charcoal lace.
I nod setting down my dress. Unhappy with my lack of progression.
The details are always the hard part.
The request came after I had finished my large order so I've been working on it for weeks.
"It's hard to make a dress for someone you've never met." Rosa comments, sensing my growing disdain, "At least when people come in for measurements you get some aspect of their personalities."
"True but still I…"
"You nothing, now come on our favorite café is about to fill up and I want a seat by the window!" She checks her watch before grabbing her coat, "Meet you there in ten! I'll grab us a seat!"
I stare for a few more moments, hoping beyond hope that something will come to me.
Nothing
My ten minutes is up and I know Rosa will start an order without me.
I stand, glancing at the calendar noting that I only have four days to complete this dress.
Shit.
It's cold outside for October, really cold. The wind assaults me as soon as I step outside causing me to snuggle deeper into my jacket. Something catches my eye in the music studio across the street.
Bright blue eyes.
Not my own eyes in the reflection of the large glass pane.
A bus stops in front of the studio and I fly over it to stare into the window.
Just a petite girl twirling in an ever spiral.
Her eyes ice blue.
But not the same blue I thought I had just seen.
My phone buzzes in my pocket pulling me away from the studio.
Hurry and get here. I've already ordered for you. – Lopez always takes the liberty of ordering for me.
When she is angry she will eat my lunch too. I stare into the studio one more time before flying to the café.
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