No, I am not dead. But I have had writers block for.. months. BUT- thanks
to Marimba Panda, I remembered people still do read the old fic. SO, thanks
to her, here is a new chapter.
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Lena woke up and suddenly took in her disorienting surroundings. The previous evening came slamming back to her in a rush of emotions. She groaned; where the hell was she supposed to go from here? Back to Kostos, her first real love that showed her the world and lit it with his smile? Or should she move on and keep dating Paul, the sweet shy boyfriend who had changed her whole outlook on life? Her head was spinning with endless possibilities. She was dizzy with confusion and it overtook her whole being. There was only one thing that she had clear in her mind - she had to talk with her sisters. But to first sort out something about this insane situation, she had to paint.
When Lena's mind was clear enough to drive with out seriously injuring herself or anyone else, she went home in hopes in find paints and the sisterhood. But yet again, she was in for an unexpected surprise.
Stepping into the kitchen to find the phone and a bucket of 'Red Rose', she saw the two people she hadn't wanted to see together - Kostos and her sister talking chattily to each other about recent events. A wave of memories hit her hard.
*She was standing in her kitchen, just staring at Kostos. Their only exchange had been stares and Kostos' "Hi." She was so grateful for Effie demanding she sit. At least she had the pants. That was the only thing keeping up her hope. And the fact that he was here. *
The only thing Lena was sure about was that she didn't want a repeat performance. She rushed upstairs before either of them could say a thing. She could do without red for a while. But red represented love, anger, fire and so many other emotions other colors just couldn't begin to compete with. And red was one of the many things that could explain the way she was feeling. Chucking a rock out of the window was also a viable possibility. Or she could aim at his head.
Lena decided this was not the best approach. She sat down, huddling on the floor as she began to stir the 'Midnight Black' she had stuck in her closet. As the gray began to fade from the canister into a dark, hard black color, Lena's vision began to haze over with stinging tears.
Damn him. He had to have left. He had to come back. He had to keep torturing her, stealing her heart, and then crushing it into pieces. She was just beginning to pick up the broken shards and place a few together when he appeared. He materialized right in front of her eyes. And in front of Paul's.
The tears had begun to trickle down the sloped plain of her cheek, cascading over every curve and splashing into a puddle at her bare feet. Kostos. And Paul. She suddenly remembered one thing from the short visit to the kitchen - Paul had left. That only made the sobs and shakes harder and more frequent. This wasn't happening. It was all her imagination. All of it.
If only she could believe that, everything would have been so much easier. That was the last coherent thought she formed before succumbing to the midnight blackness of angst-y sleep.
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Authors Note: Please vote: Do you think she should end up with Paul or Kostos? I have been puzzling over the question myself. Thanks for hanging with me on this!!!
Lena woke up and suddenly took in her disorienting surroundings. The previous evening came slamming back to her in a rush of emotions. She groaned; where the hell was she supposed to go from here? Back to Kostos, her first real love that showed her the world and lit it with his smile? Or should she move on and keep dating Paul, the sweet shy boyfriend who had changed her whole outlook on life? Her head was spinning with endless possibilities. She was dizzy with confusion and it overtook her whole being. There was only one thing that she had clear in her mind - she had to talk with her sisters. But to first sort out something about this insane situation, she had to paint.
When Lena's mind was clear enough to drive with out seriously injuring herself or anyone else, she went home in hopes in find paints and the sisterhood. But yet again, she was in for an unexpected surprise.
Stepping into the kitchen to find the phone and a bucket of 'Red Rose', she saw the two people she hadn't wanted to see together - Kostos and her sister talking chattily to each other about recent events. A wave of memories hit her hard.
*She was standing in her kitchen, just staring at Kostos. Their only exchange had been stares and Kostos' "Hi." She was so grateful for Effie demanding she sit. At least she had the pants. That was the only thing keeping up her hope. And the fact that he was here. *
The only thing Lena was sure about was that she didn't want a repeat performance. She rushed upstairs before either of them could say a thing. She could do without red for a while. But red represented love, anger, fire and so many other emotions other colors just couldn't begin to compete with. And red was one of the many things that could explain the way she was feeling. Chucking a rock out of the window was also a viable possibility. Or she could aim at his head.
Lena decided this was not the best approach. She sat down, huddling on the floor as she began to stir the 'Midnight Black' she had stuck in her closet. As the gray began to fade from the canister into a dark, hard black color, Lena's vision began to haze over with stinging tears.
Damn him. He had to have left. He had to come back. He had to keep torturing her, stealing her heart, and then crushing it into pieces. She was just beginning to pick up the broken shards and place a few together when he appeared. He materialized right in front of her eyes. And in front of Paul's.
The tears had begun to trickle down the sloped plain of her cheek, cascading over every curve and splashing into a puddle at her bare feet. Kostos. And Paul. She suddenly remembered one thing from the short visit to the kitchen - Paul had left. That only made the sobs and shakes harder and more frequent. This wasn't happening. It was all her imagination. All of it.
If only she could believe that, everything would have been so much easier. That was the last coherent thought she formed before succumbing to the midnight blackness of angst-y sleep.
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Authors Note: Please vote: Do you think she should end up with Paul or Kostos? I have been puzzling over the question myself. Thanks for hanging with me on this!!!