California. On a Saturday past noon.
The house is fine.
It's more than fine, it's beautiful.
She waited to move in until it looked the way she had planned.
The line that divides the blue and the emerald of sky and sea is neatly drawn at this hour, it can be seen from her spot at the entrance, she put the shoe shelf there on purpose, everyone would have to purposely stop there and see it for themselves.
It reminds her to take her heels off, maybe that would complete the experience.
Her toes firm on the rug that still feels too fluffy. She closes her eyes to focus on the feeling.
Not yet.
Or It was too brief, she'll try again later.
Perhaps the roots will come with time, then they can cling enough for her.
The house is fine and so is the sound of the waves crashing violently.
Matching her anger.
She thinks about it twice, she's not angry anymore.
She'll exchange the term for...violence without anger.
Passion!
Here it comes again, the sound of the waves crashing ... passionately.
Making up for what she's missing.
The house is fine and everything else is too.
Except when she reaches the deck and her surroundings scream a welcome song, she allows herself to cry.
There's that sound again.
Several breaths and she might be fine soon too.
"You didn't say goodbye." He says in contrasting calm.
Startled, she turns around and he's standing right there, next to her as she had convinced herself he never would.
His hair already acting up in the sea breeze.
Despite her blurred vision, she can see her smirking neighbor from afar, closing the sliding door to let them be. The obvious accomplice.
Her cheek rests on his shoulder before they speak more or do more, he gives her a minute or two.
The house is fine, indeed. It's new and they are too.
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A/N: Thank you for reading! If you can, please review. :)
I love the way this site gives us a chance to explore the very many ways things could've gone and it's mostly a soothing experience, a getaway from everyday things too and an option for our favorite ships to remain alive. I love too, the creative exercise it represents and the friends I've made thanks to it. After this unrequested love letter to FanFic, I'm sharing with you this tiny thought of Addison and Derek starting again after the chaos we know they went through. It's simple and told in a few words, sometimes life happens like that.
I hope everyone is okay and your loved ones too during this time.