Heaven is on earth (Loubbie)

4 . In your dreams honey.

"Debbie, please, can I speak with you ?" Said Lou.

Debbie turned to look the blond in the eyes :

"Lou... you're dead to me" and she disappeared in the car.

What the fuck just happened ? She sat in the car , her mouth dry and her heart betting fast in her chest.

"What's the address, Lady ?"

She answered in a whisper before putting her head against the window. Watching Lou, disappearing from her vision... The faint glow of streetlights illuminated her face. The night sky was filled with a canopy of twinkling stars, and a light rain, casting a serene aura. She took a deep breath. As she watched the passing cars and the occasional people walking by, a sense of detachment settled over her. It's as if she was observing the world from a distance, detached from her own emotions, pressures that had consumed her for far too long. Maybe it was just too much for her to deal with. She could feel her thoughts pressing her chest, but couldn't put a name on how she was feeling. Because despite all this anger, there was a subtle sense of relief. The weight that has burdened her for so long was starting to dissipate for a fleeting moment. In the gentle glow of the street night, she found a sense of peace, a reminder that even in the darkest of nights, there was beauty and tranquillity to be found. Except she knew, once she'd get out of that car, she would just be a fucking mess.

......

Debbie picked up her phone, she just arrived at her home and just wanted to go to sleep without even changing, but she knew she had to answer the call from Tammy.

"Hey, Tammy, I just got home."

Tammy was talking really fast, and she could hear people talking behind her, the blond was probably outside the bar.

"Debbie, I'm so sorry. I had no idea that Lou would be there. I never would have gone there if I had known."

The brunette softly answered

"Tammy, it's okay. I know. Sometimes life is a bitch and just throws unexpected curveballs at us"

"No, but, I feel terrible about it. You were clearly upset, and it's my fault."

"Tammy, I appreciate your concern, but you don't have to blame yourself. I know you would never intentionally invite me there if you knew. It's okay, I'm fine."

"No you're not, everyone noticed it, you looked like you were going faint..."

"Thanks for noticing"

"You know what I mean, Debbie. I'm just so fucking sorry, and after you left, Lou came back to talk to me and..."

"Tammy, I don't want to know, okay ? I'm sure you're sorry, and it's not your fault. But I don't want to talk about her, I don't want to know about her. She's not a part of my life, okay ?"

"Debbie..."

"Look Tammy, I'm tired, I'm just going to go to bed, enjoy the rest of your night, I'll be fine."

And she cut the call.

.....

Debbie tried to focus on the warm steam from the shower enveloping her, the droplets of water cascading down her body, the soothing sensation of the flowing water against her skin. The bathroom was filled with a gentle mist. Debbie closed her eyes, trying to embrace the solitude of the moment. The sound of water hitting the tiles becomes a melodic rhythm, washing away the moment she saw Lou and how she felt. The steam cleared her mind, allowing her to find a moment of respite amidst the chaos of life. Her thoughts wandered, drifting through memories and reflections. The shower became a sanctuary, a space where she could be unguarded and free from the demands of the twisted world she was in. A place where she could finally let go of the weight she carries, even if only temporarily. Debbie reached for her favourite body wash, letting the fragrant aroma fill the air, the same Lou used when the two were together. No, don't think about Lou. As she lathers her skin, she tried to take pleasure in the simple act of self-care, nurturing herself both physically and emotionally. Each stroke of her hands is a gesture of self-love, a reminder that she deserves kindness and tenderness. With a final rinse, Debbie turned off the water, feeling the cool air embrace her warm skin. She stepped out of her shower, wrapped herself in a fluffy towel and gaze at herself in the bathroom mirror. She looked incredibly tired. But not from her night, tired like a person who did not sleep in years. But it was true. Her face reflected at her the lie she was living in. A life without Lou. It was a life. Cause even far apart, Lou was still in her head, every fucking hours of the day. So seeing her was strange, but she was seeing her in every dream she had since. As she crashed herself in bed. All she could think of, was the first time she met Lou.