After a devasting breakup. Sabrina finding her boyfriend of seven years in bed with her oldest friend. She gave up on love. Especially with the one man she had wanted forever now. There was no way a man like her would want her anyways. Then the day...
I show them upstairs. I'm about to give the bedroom next to mine to my friends. As I always do when they stay. They insist Tom took the room in case he needs anything. His first time here and all. I'm right there. I'm a bit disappointed. Elsa usually sneaks out and we have girl's night. With ice cream and wine in my room after Chris falls asleep. It's easier for her to sneak out when she is just right next door. Lauren helps show everyone their room. She seems to connect with the tall god walking in my home right now. I nervously show him in. I let him know where there were extra towels if he needs. How to work the door to the balcony that sometimes sticks. Looking at the bed I laugh. He follows my gaze. "What's this? A new friend to keep me company?" He speaks so kindly and softly to the tiny black kitten asleep on his pillow. Petting him tenderly telling him how handsome he is. All the animals including Queen Sophie herself seem to enjoy his presence. Even enough for her to come out and introduce herself to him earlier at dinner. She usually hides when new people are around. It was very sweet to see. "What is your name handsome fellow?" He questions the purring ball of fur in his arms. Embarrassed and hesitant I answer. "There may be a very good reason this little man found his way in here onto your bed and why you are such fast friends." I smile at the kitten who looks back at me slow blinking with love. "This, Thomas. Is Loki. My daughter is a fan of Marvel and thought what a perfect name for a little black kitten. Whom by the way is most definitely, the little god of mischief in this house. We just rescued him." I pet my small boy's head. "I'm honored to have such a wonderful animal named after me. Well, a character I portray at least." He beams. "I don't think anyone has called me Thomas in years. Other than my mother when I am in trouble. I think I rather like it." He is looking into my eyes as he says it. I clear my throat "Then that's what I will call you from now on. I think it suits you better. In my eyes at least." I give him a sheepish smile. "You may never get rid of him if you keep petting him you know. He is a pillow hog." I pet Loki again. Trying to forget how close my hand is to Thomas's chest. "I don't mind." He answers. "I miss my pup, it is quite nice to be around your animals." He gives me a look. One I have seen a couple men give me in the last year but always ignore. At least I think I did. I must be imagining it.
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I get up to excuse me myself. Saying good night. "If you're not bothered by him. Please by all means, keep him with you. I'm sure it gets lonely away from home and your fur baby. I'm glad he is here to keep you company. Good night, Thomas." I go to head to the doorway. I feel him gently grasp my hand to stop me. "Good night, Sabrina thank you again for everything. It's nice to be away and be somewhere that feels like home. I'm so used to hotels. This is wonderful. You are a kind woman and very sweet to do this all this for a complete stranger." I smile slightly and nod my head. He has no idea. That to me he is no stranger. As I turn to close the door I look once more. There he is holding, loving and talking to this small animal bearing his character's name. With a smile on his face like a child's. My heart was so full and so ready to break at the same time. Knowing that this man and this moment could never truly be mine. "Men like him don't want women like you." The inner voice again echoing in my head. I know it, I do, but it's still a nice sight. I sigh softly and shut the door at the same time. I walk to my bedroom knowing full well a bottle of Pinot Noir was there waiting for me. I need it tonight. I need something to erase that sight from my mind. An angel in my home. In the bedroom right next to mine. One I will never have. A piece of heaven I always wanted to know but, I never will. I stifle a bit of a sob as I start pouring. Laughing at why I would ever have two glasses waiting. Elsa was in bed. I'm sure snuggled up to her love. Here I am alone. Again. Might as well start with a big glass tonight. I pour twice the normal. Knowing everyone was in their room. I bring out my book and iPod to hook up to the speakers on the balcony. I need my serenity of the stars with my Romeo and Juliet tonight. Having poured my wine and changed into my leggings and my heaviest sweatshirt. Unfortunately, that one has Thomas's face on it. It is my favorite one. The forefront is him in a tuxedo and a mural of him in all the roles he ever played. At least he won't see it I convince myself. Big fuzzy socks to keep the autumn night air off my feet. Pulling up on my favorite chair, glass of wine on the table next to me. A big cozy throw blanket on my lap and a great book. Sadness takes over as I look at the empty chair next to me. I wonder if any day it will be taken. No one has sat there other than my mom, Chloe or Elsa in forever now. I will wait to start the music so that I don't wake or disturb anyone. I need this time alone. Well Juliet, help me forget the world around me for a little bit my old friend. In particular the Romeo next door.
