Strings Attached (On-going)

2.FRESH SPACE

I decided to spend the next few days to settle in with stuff needed around and all. After getting some groceries from a Walmart about six blocks away, I filled my fridge and put things in place in the kitchen .

It was the first area of concern because of course, I was still the reigning champion of the all nations food lovers union .
My weight loss over these past few months was about to change, not that I had a lot of weight though. I was just determined to try and live.

Arranging my cloths took almost two hours, chewing on some cheese balls the whole time. I took my time arranging my clothes and footwear according to where I would wear them to. Anytime I picked some particular clothes, I would feel tears rush down my face, obviously because my sister had the same things, mostly. Though we were adults, we still loved to wear same outfits must of the time. I didn't know if I could wear those particular clothes again. Depression was getting the best part of me.

A call from Beth made me jump, holding my chest. I answered the call. The grin on her face said her shift was over, I smiled despite the tears ,"hey girl", I sobbed.

Her smiled faded almost immediately she saw me,"hey babe, hey come on, what's-", then her eyes travelled down to my hands, holding the polka dot jumpsuit we all had, well only two of us had now.
"Do you remember?" I lifted the clothe so she could see it better. We bought them during the Christmas carnival, three years ago. She was already in tears too, nodding vigorously, "Lizzie almost cried when she didn't get the same colour as ours", we both laughed, "till the guy found the same colour for her".

Beth had removed her glasses and was wiping her tears, "yeah, she was always so persistent"
"That's the day she said, we could sign you as a triplet sister if not for your big eyes", I couldn't help but laugh remembering that particular night.

That night we were all lying down on the grass on the last day of the carnival, staring at the starry sky.
We had just bought a couple of clothes and accessories, things were always cheaper at Christmas carnivals. We spent just a quarter of our annual savings on stuff we purchased there.

Back in school, people always thought Beth was our sister, apart from our different class schedules, we were always with her, we met freshman year and she was our third wheel throughout our college years.

"I miss her so much Beth, God! I miss them! Maybe I should have been on that plane too-" I said as I swallowed up my tears. She was just shaking her head with her eyes shut, "no no, don't say that, God knows best okay, I miss them too, your family was mine too. But right now, we have to try and live past it. We have each other. You're not in this alone, okay??" I nodded.

Beth must be probably tired of giving me this pep talk over and over and over. Since I lost my family, she never stopped consoling me with kind words. She even took some weeks off from work just to be with me until the funeral was over, then she resumed.

"Hey, I've been thinking-" she put her glasses back on and plastered a smile on her face, cupping her face in both palms, causing her cheeks to hug her eyes. Exactly the face she made when she needed something. Just, this time, she didn't...or she did, indirectly, "that you could ..uh..see a therapist, you know, don't take it the wrong way, but we both know you need it."

I put my elbow on the table relaxing my chin into my constantly wet palm. She suggested it a month ago, but I didn't give in, I knew I needed it too. But thought of it made me feel like I had some mental illness or I was  too depressed, of course I was depressed but not that worse enough to lead me to therapy, or so I thought. "I'll think about it Beth", I lifted my head to look at her.

"Alright. Jordan is here though,says you never called, a minute, let me get him" , she got up from the bed revealing her round bottom. She strode into the living room.

Jordan came running in trying to put a t-shirt on, half revealing his ink covered chest. His abs were always on point, his tousled raven hair was all over his face and of course his everlasting smile. "Lisa, hey!missed you, what's up?"

I couldn't help but smile, Beth had the cutest guy on earth, if she wasn't my best friend, I would have probably considered snatching her boyfriend.   "I'm good, you know ...settling in, what's up with you, you looking all lambent and fire."

He turned to Beth and then to me
with a confused look "She didn't tell you? I got the promotion babe!! I did it. I mean, I've been working my ass off for that company, I did deserve this" , he smiled, revealing a dimple on his left cheek. I saw Beth shaking her head behind him, I just smiled , those two were Adorable.

"Mmm.... Mr. Manager, I see you! Congratulations man, you deserve this"
"Thanks Lisa. We miss you though"
"I miss you too" , Jordan and I always had a lot to talk about, from sports to entertainment, to governance, and we mostly discussed movies, an area, we definitely didn't go this time.

After a long conversation, I made sure I finished every other arrangements before I slept that night. I needed a room for my artwork so I called the agent, Denise,who came with three other guys to clear one of the bedrooms, taking out the bed and wardrobes.

I arranged all my paintings neatly and placed some photographs in the living room and the very last photo, capturing Lizzie and I, when we were five years, beside my bed. All day, the only thought on my mind was the Therapy, and by the time I slept , my mind was already made up.

I think I'm in love with Jordan already, who else is?🔥

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