The Hardest Choices
Sometimes the right choice isn't the most practical. And it's always the hardest one to make.
Ally McBeal sat in her office, head in her hands. He's really gone, isn't he?, she thought desperately. Of course she was thinking about Larry Paul, her boyfriend until about a week ago, when he had moved back to Detroit after they ended their relationship. Ally had had serious boyfriends before, but Larry seemed different from all of them. Ally couldn't help but smile remembering the times they had spent together. And the weirdest thing was, in the middle of their relationship, she had felt for sure that it would work out. She was sure that they would spend the rest of their lives together. And yet here she was. Alone.
You know, she contemplated, it wouldn't be so bad if he had done something wrong. If he had cheated on me, or even if I had cheated on him, then it would be easier to get over. But it was just there, and it was perfect. And then it ended.
There was a knock on her door. As Ally jolted out of her daze, Richard entered. "You realize," he commented, "that I usually don't like to become involved in your relationships."
"Since when?" asked Ally with a firm jaw.
"Okay, so you're right. Anyway, I just wanted to see if you're okay."
"I'll manage in time," she said sighing. "I just need to adjust and digest everything."
"Ally?" Richard sounded serious now.
"What?"
"Do you want me to hire you a stripper?"
"What?!"
"Oh, a male one of course. I just thought--"
"Out!"
Richard retreated towards the door. "Just thought I'd offer." Ally slammed the door in his face. She walked back to her desk and let her head fall on her table. The door started to open again.
"Richard!" Ally picked up the clock on her desk and hurled it towards the door, where it was dodged by a laughing Renee.
"Always a pleasure to have my mid-day exercise when I come to your office," Renee teased.
"Sorry Renee, I thought you were Richard."
"Oh no, don't apologize. It keeps me on my toes."
"Ahem!" Elaine stood at the door, holding a slightly dented clock. "I believe this is yours, Ally." She handed the clock to Renee who placed it back on the desk and left, looking amused.
"So, um Renee," began Ally, "what brings you here?"
"We're going out to lunch, girl. No, don't even start to object. It's not an option."
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Ally sat slurping up her spaghetti without much enthusiasm. Renee sat across the table, watching her, every now and then bringing her fork to her mouth to take a bite of her pasta. "You know, you will move on." Renee consoled her friend.
Ally looked up from her spaghetti. "I know Renee, I just need time. I am getting over Larry, it's just hard. It's going to take some time.
Sometimes the right choice isn't the most practical. And it's always the hardest one to make.
Ally McBeal sat in her office, head in her hands. He's really gone, isn't he?, she thought desperately. Of course she was thinking about Larry Paul, her boyfriend until about a week ago, when he had moved back to Detroit after they ended their relationship. Ally had had serious boyfriends before, but Larry seemed different from all of them. Ally couldn't help but smile remembering the times they had spent together. And the weirdest thing was, in the middle of their relationship, she had felt for sure that it would work out. She was sure that they would spend the rest of their lives together. And yet here she was. Alone.
You know, she contemplated, it wouldn't be so bad if he had done something wrong. If he had cheated on me, or even if I had cheated on him, then it would be easier to get over. But it was just there, and it was perfect. And then it ended.
There was a knock on her door. As Ally jolted out of her daze, Richard entered. "You realize," he commented, "that I usually don't like to become involved in your relationships."
"Since when?" asked Ally with a firm jaw.
"Okay, so you're right. Anyway, I just wanted to see if you're okay."
"I'll manage in time," she said sighing. "I just need to adjust and digest everything."
"Ally?" Richard sounded serious now.
"What?"
"Do you want me to hire you a stripper?"
"What?!"
"Oh, a male one of course. I just thought--"
"Out!"
Richard retreated towards the door. "Just thought I'd offer." Ally slammed the door in his face. She walked back to her desk and let her head fall on her table. The door started to open again.
"Richard!" Ally picked up the clock on her desk and hurled it towards the door, where it was dodged by a laughing Renee.
"Always a pleasure to have my mid-day exercise when I come to your office," Renee teased.
"Sorry Renee, I thought you were Richard."
"Oh no, don't apologize. It keeps me on my toes."
"Ahem!" Elaine stood at the door, holding a slightly dented clock. "I believe this is yours, Ally." She handed the clock to Renee who placed it back on the desk and left, looking amused.
"So, um Renee," began Ally, "what brings you here?"
"We're going out to lunch, girl. No, don't even start to object. It's not an option."
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Ally sat slurping up her spaghetti without much enthusiasm. Renee sat across the table, watching her, every now and then bringing her fork to her mouth to take a bite of her pasta. "You know, you will move on." Renee consoled her friend.
Ally looked up from her spaghetti. "I know Renee, I just need time. I am getting over Larry, it's just hard. It's going to take some time.
