Something to Remember - trixya

First Snow

1966

"You look like you're going to shit your pants at any moment." Bianca giggled after her joke as she sat beside her on the table. Katya's leg couldn't stop moving under it, shaking nervously as both of them waited.

They were in the restaurant they had chosen for their reunion. Thanksgiving was next Thursday, so they planned a meeting with their friends, Violet and Adore, since they would always come back to the city again to see their families.

What better moment to have a nice gathering? Katya had agreed, but Bianca also had the idea of inviting Trixie to the reunion. That made her completely nervous because she hadn't talked to her yet since the fiasco. Either way, her best friend had told her that convincing the Midwestern had been a tough task to do, since Trixie wasn't really persuaded by her words at first.

But Bianca was doing what probably no other friend had done for her: she didn't give up, and after all, she convinced Trixie to meet up with them that night. Katya felt like she owed her whole life to the brunette now. Bianca agreed with that statement, she even told her that if she fucked up this time, her head would be rolling down the main avenue of Chicago.

Katya was determined to make things right this time. She had an entire week contemplating her relationship with Trixie in the present and her own feelings towards her. What Bianca had said that afternoon at her apartment was registered on her mind, like a record playing, on and on. Maybe her friend was right, maybe risking herself could be one of the best things that she could do right now. After all, she didn't have anything more to lose.

A few days prior, during lunch time at work, she decided to sit on her own, away from the other teachers, thinking restlessly about her. Now that she reflected on it, Trixie had changed, and to be honest, she had to admit that she adored the adult Trixie. Even though at first she had made a mistake when they met again, that night at the Gallery, she showed a new attitude. She was more daring, more sure about herself, funny, witty, provocative and sexy.

The morning after, when they woke up together, there was a sweet, caring and soft demeanour on her, that made her fall on her knees. There was no one other than her, even if she wanted to lie to herself, she was the only one who had always owned her heart. Even that afternoon at the café when she waved at her, Katya knew she was fucked.

The blonde grabbed a piece of paper from her notebook and started to draw whatever came to her mind, no planning, no deep thoughts, just her hand wandering over the paper. A set of eyes came first, a few more traces and she had a nose too, and before she knew it she had a full face. A face too familiar to ignore the fact that even without trying she knew exactly who she was. A woman was sleeping peacefully in that drawing, with her curls delicately spread over her face and the pillow.

Katya stared at the piece of paper in shock of her own actions, almost embarrassed at how on point her drawing was. She had managed to get almost every detail in Trixie's face with nothing but her own memories of her, not a picture, not the girl laying in front of her posing for a portrait.

"That's beautiful, Katya," one of her coworkers commented, who was passing by and then stopped to look at it, as she looked at the picture over the Russian's shoulder. "Who is that?"

"No one in particular," she lied looking back at the science teacher. "It's just a scribble."

"Wow! I wouldn't be able to draw something like that on my best day. I guess that's why I'm not the art teacher," the woman chuckled before walking over to another table to have lunch.

Katya laughed politely at the woman's joke, but all she wanted to do was hide Trixie's drawing from everyone's gaze, just keep it to herself and not share it with anyone. It felt like that small piece of paper contained her biggest secret and yet the most obvious one. Trixie, her Trixie.