Danica watched from her bedroom window as Kim was led to his car. Kim was wearing a light pink dress and had those cute white sandals on. Danica's face was wet with tears and she pressed her forehead to the cold glass. Zach was nice, smart, and kind, but he wasn't her. Danica watched Kim enter the car and heard the tires squeal as he drove off.
Danica and Kim had met just over two months ago and were lovers. They didn't necessarily sneak around, but hadn't been up front with everyone either. Danica's father was always away on business and Kim's mother worked long hours. This meant that the two girls spent hours together either in Danica's backyard enjoying the pool, or inside watching television. Either way, a normal innocent activity would almost always turn into a lovemaking session with both of them hot and sweaty.
Danica wiped away the tears and sat on her bed. She replayed the fight they had had last week. It had started innocently with Danica mentioning how they never held hands or kissed when out in public. Kim had brushed it off, but Danica had persisted. Finally Kim had blurted out how she didn't want anyone to know she was a lesbian. Danica had burst into tears and Kim had run home. Danica's dad was in Australia for two weeks so she had spent the last week alone in the huge mansion.
Danica wandered down the grand staircase. Everything in her house was perfect. The maid came twice a week and kept the place spotless. The chef was here once a week and cooked enough food for Danica to enjoy for the upcoming week. Danica hated herself. She thought everything was going well and then Kim had broken up with her. She didn't want to think of Kim, but it was difficult. They had made love in every room of the house and no matter what she did; she couldn't get the image of Kim out of her head. She walked into the kitchen and remembered the time they had had a food fight. It had ended with them licking the fruit off each other.
Danica sat in the living room and wrote in her journal. It had been an idea of her therapist to write a journal of her thoughts and emotions. She had been going to Dr. Jones for almost five years and she was great. Danica didn't realize how long she had been writing in her journal, but was startled when her doorbell rang. It was almost midnight and she was a little worried as to who was at her door. She looked at the security camera and gasped when she saw it was Kim. She unlocked the door and stared at her.
