A Mialotte Story: Good in a crisis

Searching

Mia stayed home with Charlotte for a couple of days, allowing her sweetheart to care for her and tend to her needs. She had never felt so loved. In that time, the two shared many deep conversations, each divulging anecdotes from their past along with their personal struggles and insecurities. Charlotte and Mia were in a really good place and, their connection and fondness for one another was growing stronger each day.

As Charlotte became more of a priority for Mia, the redhead felt less need to jet set across the world in seek of tranquility. Charlotte gave her all the warmth and stability that she would ever need. Nevertheless, she was still none the wiser about her father. After 20 years of searching, what was one more attempt, eh? Mia convinced herself it was worth this one last trip and vowed to make it her last.

Weeks went by as Mia continued her search, following leads across several countries. She had grown tired of reaching dead ends, and the feeling of disappointment was starting to take its toll. Mia found herself polishing off a bottle of wine a night in attempt to soothe herself, but all it did was enhance the feeling of emptiness. The only times she seemed to feel at peace were in the evenings when she'd catch up with her sweetheart.

Mia could slowly start to see her light dim as the search became evermore tiresome. She had gone almost a month now without returning home to her girlfriend and she longed for nothing more than to hold Charlotte close. Her nights were starting to feel colder and darker, falling asleep night after night alone in her hotel bedroom, drunk.

One evening, somewhere along the South coast of Europe, Mia had a craving for company other than her own. She had always been self-sufficient and usually enjoyed her time alone with her own thoughts, but being away from Charlotte was difficult and she had never felt so alone. Mia took herself to a local bar, where she ordered a spicy margarita and, sat herself next to a group of ladies who appeared to be on a hen party.

The redhead had always been rather charismatic, her charm and wit enticing anyone who crossed her path. As the night went on, Mia had lost count of how many shots she had thrown back with this group of ladies. She was having a great time, and for now, her feeling of loneliness had subsided.

The group had warmly welcomed her as one of their own, and she was enjoying the opportunity to be loud and boisterous whilst they all endured silly games like pin the penis on Patrick. The bride's soon the be husband, Mia had to assume. By the end of the night, no one in group, including Mia, was making any sense. The libations had taken over and the ladies found themselves falling all over the place. Mia had noticed one woman taking a particular shining to her, always laughing at her jokes and staring as Mia danced around aimlessly. This wasn't unusual for Mia, the redhead knew she was attractive and was always aware of the looks she would get from something as simple as walking down the street.

Mia slurred out her goodbyes and as she did so, she found another woman's lips latched on to hers. Fuck. Mia let herself linger for just a second, her body missing the physical contact and the intimacy but, all she could think about was Charlotte. She quickly pulled away from the kiss and the instant regret started to kick in. What had she done.

The short taxi ride back to her hotel was filled with guilt, her head pounding at the sound of her own thoughts. Mia now suddenly felt sober as she ran to her hotel room and threw herself down, head first, on the bed. The walls echoing with the sound of her sobs and the pillow sodden from her tears. She cried herself to sleep thinking of her kind, caring and, loving girlfriend.