Cassia wasn’t doing well. Really. Aiden getting transferred for work, no matter how great the opportunity was, had really taken a toll on her, and her usual spark and optimism was lacking at best. She went to work, came home, waited for him to call, went to sleep, and then repeated the process. It wasn’t that she was pathetic, or was unable to function without him; she was just lonely. She’d spent all her life without having someone to talk to. Without feeling accepted. And it was twice as hard now that she knew what that was like, and lost it.
Every time she opened up her new laptop (new because she’d never owned technology from later than the 70′s) and answered a Skype call, she hoped he would tell her he was coming home. Every time she picked up the phone, she wanted him to say he was at the door. Every time she got a text, she worried something had gone wrong. The worst times were when he told her he had to stay longer. And their last call was no different. He wasn’t coming home.
Her spells of missing him came and went, and she still managed to carry on with her life. She’d gotten a promotion at work, she got a pay raise. She painted a mural on the living room wall. Wildflowers. She wrote new songs. And she missed Aiden… She spent a lot of time missing Aiden. So, when she heard the familiar thought pattern getting louder, her expression turned from calm to confused. Was she really as crazy as they thought she was? Towel wrapped around her hair, she continued to move around the house. She was just imagining it. Had to be.
Until she heard the knock. She froze. Listened. He was fixing his hair. She turned so quickly, she all but fell over the ottomon, crashing into the table, towel falling from her hair. And then, she all but yanked the door open. It took all her strength to avoid crashing into Aiden. She wouldn’t be able to explain how she knew it was him, since they didn’t have a peep-hole. And she did’nt have to act surprise when she opened the door and found him standing there. Her expression morphed into a grin that wrinkled her nose, and she more or less jumped into his arms.
Crash. Boom. That's all he heard from outside. Hm. As he messed with the tie around his neck (because now he's gotten used to slightly being choked every day), he hoped his appearance would impress her. To prove that he had gotten his life together for her. When they met, he was an angsty man with the capabilities of a young teen. He had nothing going for him--- but she inspired him to get up and get moving. To get a job and live his life like it was supposed to be. The fact that he could present himself to her like this made him so happy.
A few moments passed and just as he was about to open the door with his key, it swung open revealing Cassia on the other side. And he was so happy. He embraced her so hard he could've crushed her fragile visage, but he didn't care much. He was home with her finally in his arms again. "Hi, dear." he said simply, closing his eyes tight as he just held onto her. "I wanted to suprise you and show up --- it would've been no fun if you knew I was coming home!" After a few moments, he finally let go and immediately grasped her hand. "I'm itching to go inside."
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