She had to keep her focus on Megan. Megan was probably sitting home alone, crying her eyes out. That thought seemed to sober her up some. She sipped at her wine.
Alternatively, maybe Megan had had enough, moved on with her own life, and shut the door on Zinna. Maybe she was out on the town tonight herself. Maybe right now, at this very moment, she was in another woman’s arms. That thought sent such a pain through her heart that she was certain she’d die.
As Zinna ambitiously pursues her artistic dreams in New Orleans, she wonders if it is worth the sacrifice if she has to give up the love of her life.
As Zinna ambitiously pursues her artistic dreams in New Orleans, she wonders if it is worth the sacrifice if she has to give up the love of her life.
Zinna heard the unmistakable tears in Megan’s voice. Hot tears poured from her own eyes, zigzagging down her face. She felt her lover’s pain. She was the cause of Megan’s pain as well as her own.
"Who’s there?"
Zinna listened to the silence. Megan was probably looking at the caller ID. She’d forgotten about the caller ID. Shit, now she’s going to know it’s me.
"Zinna," she choked. "Is that you? Please talk to me," she sobbed.
Zinna’s lips quivered. "Meg, I love you; just remember that," she wept, then clicked the phone off. She buried her head in her lap, sobbing uncontrollably.
As Zinna ambitiously pursues her artistic dreams in New Orleans, she wonders if it is worth the sacrifice if she has to give up the love of her life.
Why had Megan tormented her with all these questions? What did Megan really want from her? What did she really want from Megan? She was terrified of what lay ahead tonight, but she had to take the risk. She leaned in closer. She felt Megan’s sweet breath near her mouth. A tremor went through Megan’s hand, or was it her own, or both? It felt like an electric current was surging through her veins. In a moment, she would totally suffocate.
"What do you want from me?" she weakly whispered.
Megan’s voice was barely audible as she whispered back, "Nothing you haven’t all ready figured out."
As Zinna ambitiously pursues her artistic dreams in New Orleans, she wonders if it is worth the sacrifice if she has to give up the love of her life.
Why had Megan tormented her with all these questions? What did Megan really want from her? What did she really want from Megan? She was terrified of what lay ahead tonight, but she had to take the risk. She leaned in closer. She felt Megan’s sweet breath near her mouth. A tremor went through Megan’s hand, or was it her own, or both? It felt like an electric current was surging through her veins. In a moment, she would totally suffocate.
"What do you want from me?" she weakly whispered.
Megan’s voice was barely audible as she whispered back, "Nothing you haven’t all ready figured out."
As Zinna ambitiously pursues her artistic dreams in New Orleans, she wonders if it is worth the sacrifice if she has to give up the love of her life.
She had to keep her focus on Megan. Megan was probably sitting home alone, crying her eyes out. That thought seemed to sober her up some. She sipped at her wine.
Alternatively, maybe Megan had had enough, moved on with her own life, and shut the door on Zinna. Maybe she was out on the town tonight herself. Maybe right now, at this very moment, she was in another woman’s arms. That thought sent such a pain through her heart that she was certain she’d die.
As Zinna ambitiously pursues her artistic dreams in New Orleans, she wonders if it is worth the sacrifice if she has to give up the love of her life.
