Redamancy ['red-a-man-sE] noun : the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.
Charlie Hawthorne has worked her ass off to get here....
Well, she worked hard enough. A genius level intellect, and a legacy bigger than you are can...
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She'd told her people what had happened, and after being in a weird, depressive slump for a couple of days, one that was noticed by everyone around her, Mer took things into her own hands.
Which was how the three women found themselves jogging, on a fine Wednesday morning.
Running at a steady pace, she couldn't help but giggle when she heard Cristina moan, "Oh you're stupid. Oh God. You're a stupid, evil, sadist and I wanna kill you."
Circling back to her, the woman snapped angrily, "Leave Satan, you're not even winded. God, we're doctors, we're not supposed to be in good shape."
"Endorphins are good. Endorphins are mood elevators. This is supposed to make us feel better." Stated the older blonde, running circles around the other two, as one had stopped to gasp for breath, and the other had her head tilted to the sky, inhaling deeply.
Narrowing her eyes at her friend, Charlie scoffed, "Do you feel better? Because all I'm feeling is sweaty."
"I'm stupid." Was the answer she received, and she rolled her eyes heavenward, "Yes, we're aware."
"Slutty mistress." Mumbled Cris.
"Pregnant whore."
When they both looked at her, she tilted her head, thinking it through, before stating, "Cunty Heartbreaker?"
They nodded at once, before laying on the ground, heads beside each other, as Cristina stipulated, "Sleeping with our bosses was a great idea. And Sherlock's the ass who broke Bambi's heart."
"You know what's ruined for me?" Began Mer, looking up at the sky, "Ferry boats. I used to love ferry boats and Derek's got a thing for ferry boats. Now every time I see a frigging ferry boat..."
"You know what's ruined for me? Coronary artery by-pass grafts ... and aortic aneurysms. God I used to love aortic aneurysms."
Sighing, the final one whispered, "Bagels are done now. I can never have another bagel without thinking of the sweet boy I broke with my emotional instability. God, I used to love bagels too."
They grew quiet, until Mer asked, "Have you cried yet?"
Both other women snorted in amusement, as Charlie joked, "Yeah no. I shed a tear when it first happened, and then I skipped right over to stoic depression. I don't do crying, it makes me itchy."
"Do you think we'll feel better if we cry? You know like just let it out?"
Hesitation, then Mer's voice, "Probably. Yeah."
"Do you wanna cry now?"
"Please don't," groaned the tallest, standing up and stretching her leg over her head, "It's going to make me uncomfortable, because I'll want to soothe you, but I can barely deal with my own emotions right now."
