❝ here's the real question: is the only reason you're trying to keep your distance from cole because deep down, you're afraid of how much you're starting to care? ❞
the room falls into a profound silence, the weight of realization hanging thick in t...
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PART ONE welcome to Colorado
the airport terminal bustled with life, echoing announcements of arrivals and departures. blanca and jackie navigated through the bustling crowd. jackie, with her impeccable presentation – a polished shirt accentuating her confidence, her hair elegantly slicked back into a neat ponytail – carried herself with poised assurance.
blanca, on the other hand, dressed comfortably yet stylishly, donned a matching set: an oversized white hoodie paired with sweatpants, her feet snug in ugg slippers, though her demeanor betrayed the signs of travel fatigue. her once-curly hair was now straightened but slightly frizzed from the duration of the flight.
in the midst of the airport chaos, jackie managed to answer their uncle richard's call, her phone screen capturing both sisters. blanca, pushing the laden luggage cart, scanned the terminal, seeking familiarity amid the sea of faces.
amid their conversation, jackie's gaze lifted and found the sight they were waiting for: the approach of a red-haired woman, katherine. her excitement was palpable, her steps eager, trailed closely by a man dressed in a black shirt, a mustard jacket, and a well-worn baseball bat. a warm smile graced his face as he followed katherine's lead.
"blanca," katherine breathed with evident joy, her excitement lighting up her face. "hi!"
"hi, katherine." blanca reciprocated the greeting, embracing the older woman warmly, feeling a sense of familiarity and comfort in the hug that lasted a few precious moments. katherine then turned her attention to jackie, offering her the same welcoming embrace.
"i'm so happy you're here," katherine expressed warmly, enveloping jackie with genuine care and enthusiasm. jackie, holding her bag tightly, showed her gratitude with a small but appreciative smile, visibly adjusting to the new environment.
amidst the reunion, katherine briefly glanced around, realizing her husband wasn't directly behind her but standing close by, and introduced him as george. he stepped forward politely, offering a warm greeting to the sisters before swiftly taking charge of their voluminous luggage.
katherine, maintaining her infectious enthusiasm, ensured the sisters were comfortable, expressing her joy at their arrival. jackie, her hands tucked into the pockets of her jacket, responded in her composed manner while blanca, weary from the journey, graciously declined katherine's offer for refreshments, noting they had eaten during the flight.
george adeptly took charge of their luggage, hoisting the bags onto the cart with practiced efficiency. with his assistance, they maneuvered through the terminal's hustle and bustle, a flurry of movement and chatter, until they finally emerged into the colorado sunlight.
after loading things onto the car, they were off to their new home. the car glided smoothly along the road, jackie settled behind george, quietly plugging her airPods in, engrossed in her own world.
meanwhile, blanca was seated behind katherine, a pair of wire headphones wrapped securely around her head. her comfort playlist provided solace, the soft strum of "sweet" by cigarettes after sex enveloping her senses. the song played at a comforting volume, cocooning her in its soothing melody. it muffled the surrounding noises but still allowed her to catch katherine and george's voices in case they needed anything.
eyes fixed on the passing scenery, blanca decided to take a break from scrolling through pinterest, opting on the instagram logo instead. however, a post on her 'for you' page caught her attention, and her heart skipped a beat at the headline:
"as fashion week kicks off, the internet and fashion industry pays tribute to fashion designer angelica howard."
her mind reeled, emotions surfacing at the mention of her late sister. she couldn't bring herself to read further, shutting off her phone with a gentle click. leaning against the window, blanca's gaze wandered out, soaking in the vibrant greens of the passing landscape. it felt serene, a brief respite from the tumultuous emotions stirred by the news.
the gentle strumming of "roslyn" by bon iver and st. vincent filled the air, lulling blanca into a state of calmness.
her eyelids grew heavy as the music played softly, and she surrendered to the soothing melodies, allowing herself to drift into a peaceful nap. the rhythm of the car and the tranquil music blending seamlessly as she succumbed to sleep, finding solace in the journey ahead.
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Athena's interlude🫧🎀: Ahh part one is done! Hopefully u guys liked it. Please, don't be a ghost reader! Lmk what you think. Next chapter we meet the one n only 😌
