I have read that "There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment" which is so true. Living my life and hope you all would love this chapter.
She almost typed " I love you poet" but checked herself and changed it into " I love the intensity in your poetry. Let the emotions flow, do not stop it. May you be free of your pain." she loved if she could get to know this enigma of a person. There was no way to know but to follow the blog. She decided to be patient and not wear her heart on her sleeve.
"I'm in love with you," he said quietly.
"Augustus," I said.
"I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you."
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
The week was hectic and seeing Piper Chapman everyday made Alex restless. The 75th anniversary of the Daily Planet was coming up and Jeremy was still not well. They, as the culture section have to contribute handsomely to the Magazine the paper was doing this time and Since Alex did all the proof reading, everyone automatically assumed Alex knew everything which made her work day and night. When it was the third night on trot for her to work til late, she decided to stay in the office and do her work. No one needed to know and she could have sleep in the sofa in Jeremy's office, can get a sandwich from the vending machine and make herself useful rather than rushing home after midnight and coming again in early morning.
She wanted to update her blog as well, so she switched on her iPad and kept it aside and read the instructions Jeremy send through an e mail. For her understanding and simplicity, she jot down each and every point briefly on her notebook. Alex was a smart person and she had a sharp wit which made Jeremy trust her fully. If she understood the basis of it, she could pick a topic and write an article about it. Feeling bit parched, she went to the coffee machine but coffee was out and she was feeling sleepy. She set the alarm in her phone for one hour and then lay down on the sofa. She was asleep within seconds. That was how tired she was.
Piper thought her laptop was in her work bag but it was not and she did not realize it until she was ready for bed. Usually she read her favourite blogs, since of late one blog, before going to bed and she knew without reading the blog it would be impossible for her to sleep because she was so drawn to the words of this mysterious writer. She quickly changed herself into a tank top and shorts and jumped into her car and when she asked the security guard to open the office, he said there was a person inside, working and Piper wondered who it was. She walked passing Jeremy's room, saw the bright light and could not help but to peek inside.
Alex Vause.
Sleeping like a Greek Goddess, so serene and ethereal, Piper lost her heart beat. She wondered what Alex was doing and she tiptoed to Alex's table. Jeremy's email and Alex's note made her smile. She is a hardworking woman. Piper liked that in a person. Rather than escaping from responsibility she liked how Alex was dealing with it. she was about to leave the room when something familiar caught her eye. A blog. Loveamongotherthings and the curser blinked in the draft where Alex was writing a poem.
Fuck
Is it Alex then?
Is she a poet?
Am I reading her poetry?
FUCK FUCK FUCK
Piper could not help but read the poem and wondered whether it was a complete poem.
How can I forget you?
It is not easy as it sounds
I have to let go of my mortal body
Ending my existence
And find another vessel
I feel your love in my blood
Carrying your name around my veins
The heart would be dissected and bury
May be on a higher ground
For I always loved winds
My mind would be thoughtless
Would it recognize you?
I wonder
Most importantly
My soul
You said we are one
We are
Deeply connected
I feel you when I close my eyes
It is insanely painful
But yes
My soul always seeks you
From sunrise to sunset
From chilly winds to ice flakes
My soul yearns for you
The waiting never ends
My love…
A.V
She did not want to wake Alex up. But she was overwhelmed by her discovery. Alex Vause. Who would have thought. But she was bloody glad and went out of the room, beaming about her secret.
Alex woke up when she heard the sound of her alarm. She saw the strangest of dream and she remembered every detail. She kissed Piper Chapman in her dreams and she could still taste her in the mouth. May be longing to kiss her was so much,probably this was her mind's way of telling Alex to get things going. Honestly, there was nothing Alex could do about it. She got the chance and she could have just go for it but she wanted everything to be perfect. Guess it was her own stupidity. Seeing someone was one thing and seeing someone kissing was another. She sighed while she published her drafted poem in her blog.
Alex was going to reply Jeremy with her observations and heard the notification sound from her blog.
From : PC84
You still seems to be in love my friend.
Alex thought of commenting on it and hit the reply button.
It's complicated
Which was true but she was surely as hell over Sylvie.
Another notification.
PC84
You deserve to be happy
Alex replied,
I don't even know anymore. I used to. I had grand plans. Now, I can't even get past the swirling darkness in my brain long enough to land on anything.
Just when she was about to sign off, she saw one notification in her emails. She opened it and was not surprised to see who the sender was.
PC84
Are you okay? I just loved the way you write and thought is it okay to contact you in person, through emails? Hope it's okay?
Alex wanted to send that email to Jeremy and it can wait couple of minutes.
A.V
As I said it's complicated. But yes, you can contact me through emails.
PC84
You seemed to be in so much pain. The way you express yourself, so delicate, I am intrigued.
A.V
Thanks for taking your time in commenting. They are quite fascinating.
PC84
I do not have the right words to express my emotions. I have never come across something like yours. Are you a writer by profession? Is there any other publications I can read? I would love that
A.V
Unfortunately no. I have only this blog and although I work in the publication sector, I do not quite have the chance to publish my original work
PC84
May I ask what do you do? I hope it's not personal
A.V
I work in a newspaper.
PC84
I think you better talk to your boss about having your own poetry page. In my eyes, you are on par with any poet in the past or present.
A.V
My boss is bit difficult
PC84
Is he? What's his name? Let me handle him. (lol) You deserve to be heard
A.V
It's a she and she is a dragon lady
PC84
Seriously? A real dragon with scales and breathing fire? Interesting. Especially in New York
Alex loved the easy going banter and how witty PC84 is. But it's late and she had to find a topic for that article she was gonna write. So she wrote,
A.V
Yes. she is too hot to handle by the way. I am working at the moment. Shall I talk later if it's okay?
PC84
Late night? What are you doing up? Dragon lady gave you detention all night?
A.V
Noooo I have to write something for the first time and I am racking my brain what I should write. It has to be a fresh subject and should be interesting too. They are gonna let it published in a magazine that we are gonna have for the 75th Anniversary. But my brain is dead. I cannot think straight.
Piper chuckled and typed,
PC84
So you work for the daily planet. I know the editor. Piper Chapman. So you think she is a dragon lady?
Alex was dumbfounded. This person whoever was, knew Piper Chapman and she had said two things about her that she immediately regretted. That her editor was too hot to handle and she nicknamed her as dragon lady. This is what doomsday look like. She did not know what to do but hated her foot in the mouth disease, that springs up to life in most crucial times. What has just happened?
PC84
Are you still there? I do not know her personally and your secrets are safe with me. So relax. And by the way, why don't you write an article about modern blogging. It is one of the best ways that writers can present their work to a greater audience and you are a living proof.
Alex thought it's best to stop but she liked that idea. She had enough shock for a day. She wrote a simple email.
A.V
Thanks. I will think about it.
And with that inspiration she began to type, her very own article, about modern day blogging.