Sacred White Breeze: This is Paradise
When you find a girlfriend who is comfortable in her own skin, hold onto her tight, she is worth more than diamonds.
Chapter One (Paradise Lost)
Harvest had passed, summer had ended, mercury was retrograde and she was not saved; so she cried. Tears can be therapeutic but there was no ebb or flow of tears—this was more like a flood. Savannah cried so hard she had to sit down or pass out--she had inherited the trait of loving drama from her mother; it was not a trait she was proud to call her own. Growing up in a big unhappy family, she had learned when there was no drama she was lonely. Loneliness and drama are bed fellows—they don’t know what it means to hang out casually. She couldn’t do life with them; but rather than living without them, Savannah looked for the thing that satisfied the most, another lonely soul. Most days she wanted to pass out on the floor, but passing out meant there would be no one there to catch her. Truth is, there has been no one for years and she had started to get use to it; this was her normal. The phone rings, “Jesus, Savannah. You always sound so depressed, angry or scared.” “How are you?” Seconds later, Savannah forces herself to answer, “Time to pay the piper for a glimpse of paradise.” Charlee clears throat, “You can’t afford the piper or me so get used to it.” We both become quiet because I know this is not paradise and she is not the piper. “How can I help you Charlee?” “Somebody died Savannah.” Savannah’s face took on a resemblance of something more unsettling than could ever be put into words. “My God, who died?” “I need to come over, may I?” Her coming over meant two things: someone really did die or she was in the mood to dump nonsense in my lap once again. Anytime Charlee shows up, I drink lots of room temperature water—it is so much more refreshing than ice cold water. This is a dance we did often. The fire seems to be fueled by both of us and not even water can put out what is blazing. I was ready for the fire to lose its powerful flame--but Charlee God bless her soul, she wanted the fire to burn us both up.
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