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-she ran a hand through her golden blonde hair, looking sadly around the house, there were no happy noises in this house anymore, no squeals of delight, no laughter, no sweet loving whispers, all that had been replaced with nothingness, that eerie, deafening quiet that was slowly getting to her. She blinked back a couple of tears, wiping at the ones that were freely flowing down her cheeks and she whispered quietly to herself- I want to be happy again
Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. And I'm -she gestured around her, at the seemingly empty house around her. the same house she once shared with Freddie. He had been her Freddie. But he left her for someone else, it ate her alive but she had moved on. But was still unhappy.- all alone. On the fucking holiday that I actually enjoyed. I loved Valentine's Day. I wasn't just -she made air quotes with her fingers- "pampered", if you will, on Valentine's Day only. With Freddie, it was year-round. But the jackass up and left me. So now, instead of being the -she smirked a bit, laughing quietly to herself, a small twinkle of joy in her eye from the fluttering feelings she had within- pampered princess on Valentine's Day, I'm the lonely scorned bitch.
I've been a little...anti-social lately. I'm sorry for that. -she shrugged lightly, studying her nails and then started to bite her thumb-nail, a deep expression on her face as if she was thinking intently on something and then she quickly shrugged that off -- coming out of her daze- I've just had a lot on my mind lately. With Valentine's Day approaching tomorrow, and -a small smile played on her lips and her saddened look was then replaced with an amused and joyus one- with this place obviously growing while I was all missing-in-action, I felt and...still do feel a little out of place. But -she leaned back slightly in her chair, her legs parted a bit and she ran one of her hands up and down on her thigh and the other one lightly circling over her chest -- a la 'Cruel Intentions'- no worries, I should be "myself" after this -she sneered a bit, licking her lips and said kind of bitterly- happy-fucking-couples holiday is done and over with.
Anyway -she started to untie her crocheted(sp?) top and lightly shrugged it off, throwing it on the couch and changed into a tight white tank top, and then removed her grey sweats, showing off her red and black thong and then changed into a pair of black leather pants, quickly pulling her hair up in a messy ponytail and sat down kind of Faith-syle -- a la 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' on the chair- I want to know what all has been going on lately while I've been gone. -a small mischevious grin appeared on her face and she licked her lips provacatively, a lustful glint in her eyes and she ran her hand up and down her thigh again- Anyone see Eliza? I haven't talked to her much since she got here. And I'm like to...-a small smirk now on her face and she straightened up slightly and said in a lower tone- catch up -she winked quickly and licked her lips again, biting on her bottom lip lightly- with her.
-she smiled to herself and the happy look was in her eyes again, obviously proud that she had gotten through this entire post without getting into total-bitch-from-hell-mode- Hm, I think I've said enough to last 'til at least tomorrow. I'd like some feedback. And -she got the mischevious look again on her face, somewhat straddling the chair provacatively and gave a wink- Does anyone want to be my Valentine? I'll make it worth your while ;-*
-she gave a slight princess wave and blew a kiss a la Sebastian in 'Cruel Intentions', making the 'mwah' sound and everything-
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