Helen had actually been spending most of the day listless. She hated birthdays, knowing that each was another year to separate her from those she loved, and she'd tried to move from hatred to indifference in the last few years. It had helped that she'd made the shift to only publicly celebrate once a decade, but she still knew when it was.
Still, the key to feeling good wasn't in laying about feeling sorry for herself and she'd taken the opportunity to wear her rapidly-dwindling supply of makeup and perfume and she was just finishing with her jewelry when she heard the knock. She imagined it was Juliet and called out, hoping she'd just come inside.
She hadn't spoken to Will in over a week, perhaps two. Not since they'd had the terrible fight about her feelings and his and the fact that he was moving out and she didn't want him to touch her any longer. It had been stupid and melodramatic and she'd missed him, even if it did hurt to be held and know that it would never be anything more than comfort and friendship.
She crossed to the door and opened it, sheepish smile on her face.
"Sorry, Juliet's been around a good bit lately and I just assumed..."
"It's okay," Will said. "I know you didn't expect..."
He shook his head a little and held out the cake. "I made you something." The chocolate icing had slid a little in the heat and humidity, but it looked okay and he was fairly sure it would taste better than it looked.
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Still, the key to feeling good wasn't in laying about feeling sorry for herself and she'd taken the opportunity to wear her rapidly-dwindling supply of makeup and perfume and she was just finishing with her jewelry when she heard the knock. She imagined it was Juliet and called out, hoping she'd just come inside.
"Juliet, it's open. I'm just finishing up here."
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She hadn't spoken to Will in over a week, perhaps two. Not since they'd had the terrible fight about her feelings and his and the fact that he was moving out and she didn't want him to touch her any longer. It had been stupid and melodramatic and she'd missed him, even if it did hurt to be held and know that it would never be anything more than comfort and friendship.
She crossed to the door and opened it, sheepish smile on her face.
"Sorry, Juliet's been around a good bit lately and I just assumed..."
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He shook his head a little and held out the cake. "I made you something." The chocolate icing had slid a little in the heat and humidity, but it looked okay and he was fairly sure it would taste better than it looked.
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