I'm yours

Part 27

„Well, Beth… I have news, but they’re not good.“ Beth nodded her head and waited for her gynecologist to bring some changes into her life, there haven’t been bad news for a long time. “The thing is, you’re infertile. That time when you had problems with your period because you starved yourself, your ovaries took the damage, too. So, in order to…” Beth stopped listening from there on. The only thing she did was nodding her head here and there. She twitched when he put his hand on her shoulder and left.
Of course. Why would everything have to be perfect? Life would be boring like that.

Still shaken from the news, Beth slowly walked down the street as the strong wind blew in her back as if he was pushing her forward. Her long hair was flying everywhere until it pissed Beth off. She walked into the nearest hairdresser shop and told the man that worked there to shorten her hair however he wanted to. She should have done this sooner, long hair could be a real pain in the ass sometimes. While sitting there and waiting till the man was done, Beth was thinking if she should tell Sebastian about her infertility. Would he care, be mad, indifferent? His reaction?  ‘Fuck…’
“All done.” She heard the man say and looked at herself in the mirror. Laughing was the first thing she did. “Are you not satisfied, miss?” he asked as if it offended him. “No, it’s just that… nothing. I like it.” Her hair that used to reach her hips was now just a little below her breasts and there was a huge difference in weight. It was definitely easier to move her head now. “How much?”, “50.”

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“Beth? Where are you?” Sebastian asked when entered her apartment. “Bathroom.” He opened the door and found her in front of a mirror, combing her hair. “And I was hoping you were naked.” Sebastian sadly said and blinked a few times while Beth started laughing. “Better luck next time, pervert.”, “Did not hear that. So, what the hell did you do with your hair?”, “Oh, you noticed?”, “How could I not, it’s like a part of you is missing.” He said confused while passing with his fingers through her hair and sniffing it. “It’s better this way. Anyway, I got some news.”, “Me too.”, “Y-you go first.” Beth said while walking out of the bathroom to the kitchen. “Since we’re going tomorrow, is 10 am good?”, “Shit, I should have said first.” She frowned while drinking water. “The thing is that I have a job interview tomorrow in 3 and… yeah, sorry.”, “Oh, right. Sorry, I forgot you even applied. Computer programmer, right?” Beth nodded and drank another glass of water. “I found out half an hour ago, when I got home. I’d told you sooner if- why are you staring at me?” she asked when noticed him staring at her like a crazy man. “I just can’t get used to your hair yet. You were saying?” Beth smiled and hugged him, leaning her head on his shoulder. She decided not to tell him about her stupid problem. Even though she had a good feeling about their relationship, she decided to wait a little longer.

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 “I’m so nervous right now, I think I’m gonna throw up.”, “This is your first interview?”, “No, I stopped counting after tenth.” Beth smiled to the man around Sebastian’s age that was sitting next to her in the waiting room and tapped his shoulder. “It’s going to be alright, don’t worry.” The man nodded, nervously smiled and fixed his tie for the hundredth time he was there. There were a lot of people, mostly males, all waiting for the interview. Beth checked the time on her phone. ‘3:41.’ Just as she was going to put the phone back in her bag, she got a message on Snapchat. It was from Sebastian and it was him, in the shower with his hair lifted up with shampoo, showing an empty space next to him. He also wrote: You could be here, but you’re too busy for me. L :D You can do it, champ ;) :* Love you <3
Beth covered her mouth so she doesn’t start laughing like a maniac and snapped a photo of herself smiling and wrote: Idiot :D Thanks for the support :3 Feelin’ lucky already J Love you back :*
“Elizabeth Brant.” She heard her name and before she went in, that nervous man next to her wished her luck.
Beth felt she somehow didn’t dress appropriately. You can’t impress someone in Converse, jeans and a blouse. “Good afternoon.” She greeted two men that were there. One was older, 50 or something and was sitting, while the other was younger and was probably an assistant. “Miss Brant.”, “Mister Woodlig.” Beth said back with a smile after reading his name on the plastic card on his table. Beth heard a small laugh coming from him as he was writing something on the paper.