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Moonlight and Merlot

August 2, 2011

The continuing saga of the lives, loves and heartbreaks of the residents of Dion Valley, CA.

As with all the best things in life, this is for adults only.

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Lela was disappointed and disheartened, disillusioned, distressed, disgusted, depressed, discouraged and dismayed. She tired to think of more ‘D’ words that she was as she watched Phoebe and then Zack depart, leaving her alone with Nick and the Altar and her failure. Thinking about ‘D’ words helped a bit, helped keep her from shrieking to the stars at the injustice of it all. All her work, all her planning, all her efforts for nothing. Dispirited. She was that too.

“We should go,” Nick said quietly by her side and Lela nodded. Unfortunately, there was nothing more they could do there, at least not tonight. There would be work to be done at the Altar, of that Lela was certain, but it wouldn’t come until much, much later.

“Damn,” she muttered and leaned heavily on Nick as he guided her toward her car. The explosion from whatever Phoebe had done had knocked her on her ass terribly hard and her whole body was sore.

“What?” Nick asked, his grip tightening around her waist, but Lela just shook her head. She wasn’t much in the mood to talk. Too dejected.

Nick helped her into the passenger side of her own car and then got in the driver’s seat. She supposed he would come back later for his bike. She pressed her forehead against the cool glass window and closed her eyes as he started the engine. Everything was so damn dismal.

“Are you going to mope all night?” Nick asked, starling her out of her revere. She had just decided that things were also dreary and desolate.

She turned her head and smiled at his handsome profile. He truly was a beautiful man. And kind. So very kind. He was something to be very thankful for. She reached out and lightly touched his cheek, his dark stubble tickling her fingertips. “I just need to have a little pity party for myself right now, okay? This is not how I thought this night would go.”

“I know,” he said, glancing at her and then back at the road. “Is there anything I can do?”

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “I’ll be better tomorrow.” Those few words, his offer of assistance, lightened her mood. Maybe things weren’t as dour as she feared. Maybe there was some delight to be had after all.

[Until next Tuesday…]

2 Comments leave one →
  1. August 2, 2011 10:18 pm

    Ooh, I can think of some delight she can have!
    eden

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