Believe it or not, there was a time when Greta Abney had it all figured out. Marriage, a family, and a thriving career all by the age of 30 was her plan. But plans change, and now she's drinking alone at her best friend's baby announcement party.
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She figured out the new designs with ease as her fingers traced over the details and settings of the new phone she had just picked up. But far from browsing for new electronics, Greta waited outside the doors of the nearby café. She sat upon a nearby bench as she waited for her sister to endure the long line and give their order.
The more she'd thought about Eli, the further she felt foolish for believing anything new could be tried out in her state of mind.
She wasn't supposed to talk to him again let alone stay the night. And what did she get out of it? A broken phone, a slip in her own self-esteem, and a sexless morning.
Stupid Eli, stupid internal feelings.
All she wanted was for them to sleep together a couple of times and tell each other jokes, was that so bad? Since when was there ever a guy that wanted more out of a simple friends with benefits status?
Then, she thought that perhaps he really was a guy with issues, more than she dared to explore. And maybe, Kelly did the right thing by pulling her out of his apartment the first night.
But the damage was done now. The shameful chapter titled Eli had now seemingly come to a close. When her phone was fully functional, there were no remnants of missed calls or unread texts deriving from his 404 number. All there had been now were a few missed calls from Cora, which she was already aware of.
And along with those had been a text from her friend Krista, Chet, and another with a digit that seemed unfamiliar.
However, as she looked into the message, there was only one word. And that one word brought out all the ugly, beautiful, nostalgic feelings she once thought was lost forever.
Julien: Yellow.
There was a shudder from her breath as her mind read this message. It was so simple, yet garnered so much complexity only brought on by years of her life built under the attention of Julien Dante.
He was the only man she had ever loved, the very essence of intensity to her existence. He was the hot, blonde-haired bad boy that turned Greta from the indecisive good girl she once was long ago, to this mess she'd been now.
Julien Dante was the sun in which all her being revolved around since her freshman year at college. Once thought to be extinguished earlier this year, now suddenly here, reminding her further of his existence through the code word they'd often relay back and forth whenever one was missing the other.
Yellow, the song played ever so often in their dorm room. It was the song she loved most in the world at the time, so much so that they both agreed to make it their wedding song.
