Believe it or not, there was a time when Greta Abney had it all figured out. Marriage, a family, and a thriving career all by the age of 30 was her plan. But plans change, and now she's drinking alone at her best friend's baby announcement party.
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Transfixed in the nostalgia of pain, there were instant tears swelling along Greta's eyes as she stared up at Julien with disbelief that he could actually be here.
However, it seemed as though the same couldn't be said about him, and that's what worried her the most. After enough remembering, she compiled all the strength she could muster and stepped back from Julien before he could utter a single word.
Ferocious footsteps became of her movement as she stormed through the house towards the front door again. She almost couldn't care much of the jumbled up words of the other occupants that were commenting on her swift exit. And in her carelessness back to Cora's car, she didn't hear Julien calling out to her until it was too late.
"Elaine!" She heard him say, which only stung into her system even sharper as she recalled his habit of calling her by her middle name rather than her first.
But it was when he grabbed her by her arm, did all her focus fall back onto him, only for her to yank herself from his grasp all together. "What are you doing here?!" She spat at him. "I'm not supposed to see you. I told you that I didn't want to see you!"
"I- i know but-"
"We had a fucking deal! It's not even December yet!"
"Elaine enough!" He shouted back into the fray of her bombardments. And instantly, under a fume of deep breaths, she calmed herself down before his obstacle of impatience. But then, he sighed, in his own defeat before walking off. And just as he parted from her, Greta was quick to find herself following him.
Then when they reconvened at a more secluded area beneath a couple of trees in the backyard, Julien pulled out a carton of cigarettes and lit one between his lips. The nostalgia only then latched itself onto Greta as well as she demanded. "Gimme..." She said, then took a single cigarette from his carton and lit it as well.
Two long, burning intakes later, she breezed out the smoke and sighed. Her eyes scanned Julien again. And now that her rage had subsided, looked to him as she missed the sheer handsomeness in his face. But instead, it was him that spoke first.
"So you're blonde again?"
Nodding, she dryly put. "I wanted to feel different. Keeping the dark hair would've only reminded me more of you."
"Sorry for that."
"Don't be." She said, then asked the question that's been on her mind for the last ten minutes. "Why are you here, Julien? I didn't even think you were back in Seattle."
