Fiery red hair fluttered in the wind as Julie MacMillan swooshed down the black slope of Val d'isere. When she came to a stop she lifted her goggles of her eyes so she could take in the beautiful sight of the french alps! The MacMillans always spent their christmas in the alps skiing. And this year was no different, her father and sister and herself had spent the holiday together in their cozy private cabin at the 5-star resort.
Julie had decided to spend their last day out in the slopes while the others packed up their belongings to go pack to Florida. As she finally had some time to herself Julie’s thoughts were hazy as she bobbed between the other skiers. Once again she had been ghosted by her other best friend Aurelio but this time she had been ready for it. This time she had left her guard up when he had come back. So when he and his sister disappeared seemingly overnight. The redhead had been hurt but not broken like last time.
As she went down the slope one last time she let her skis guide her to the little outside seating of the major restaurant where rich women drank rosé and their men smoked cigars. She had felt her phone vibrate in her snow pants pocket the whole day. Sitting down at one of the tables she gingerly took off her gloves and set them down ordering a glass of white wine when the cute waitress came by.
As she thought her phone had a lot of texts to go through mostly from her sister with status updates on how packing went. Messages from Chanel declaring how much she missed her and a message from April ensuring that the announcement party had gone well but the very last message shook her to her very core. It was from Aurelio. Expressing how sorry he was yet again and that he missed her and that he… loved her. This fucking guy she was almost vibrating with anger. Radio silence for almost 3 months and then a text message?! With the same old tripe that he had last time when he said he’d never do it again?
Ice blue eyes stared at the message for a long time before her slender fingers tapped away at the screen almost as if they were acting by their own command. Her thumb hovered a moment over the text on the screen that read “Block number” before she tapped it. Aurelio was gone from her life now. Just a memory burned into her heart. A short sniff escaped the young woman before she finished her wine in a few gulps and went to return her skis.
The flight home to Florida was filled with deep sighs and even deeper thoughts? Was she cursed? Did she only attract fucking idiots? Maybe she should become a nun? Or a recluse that sews dresses up in the mountains? No that would ruin her shoes.
Her sister tried to get her to open up about what was wrong but Julie was so sick and tired about talking about him and kept it to herself, she was done with men full stop. She was just tired and on her period was her cover story. Iris saw through her lie of course but knew better than to probe. After a grueling 10 hours, they finally touched down in Miami.
On the drive home from the airport, Julie spent her time staring out the window of the G-wagon. As they passed through the neighborhoods she noticed something… someone she recognized. A boy with long hair carrying big bags into one of the houses. She fell back in her seat crossing her arms over themselves. Interesting…
Julie had decided to spend their last day out in the slopes while the others packed up their belongings to go pack to Florida. As she finally had some time to herself Julie’s thoughts were hazy as she bobbed between the other skiers. Once again she had been ghosted by her other best friend Aurelio but this time she had been ready for it. This time she had left her guard up when he had come back. So when he and his sister disappeared seemingly overnight. The redhead had been hurt but not broken like last time.
As she went down the slope one last time she let her skis guide her to the little outside seating of the major restaurant where rich women drank rosé and their men smoked cigars. She had felt her phone vibrate in her snow pants pocket the whole day. Sitting down at one of the tables she gingerly took off her gloves and set them down ordering a glass of white wine when the cute waitress came by.
As she thought her phone had a lot of texts to go through mostly from her sister with status updates on how packing went. Messages from Chanel declaring how much she missed her and a message from April ensuring that the announcement party had gone well but the very last message shook her to her very core. It was from Aurelio. Expressing how sorry he was yet again and that he missed her and that he… loved her. This fucking guy she was almost vibrating with anger. Radio silence for almost 3 months and then a text message?! With the same old tripe that he had last time when he said he’d never do it again?
Ice blue eyes stared at the message for a long time before her slender fingers tapped away at the screen almost as if they were acting by their own command. Her thumb hovered a moment over the text on the screen that read “Block number” before she tapped it. Aurelio was gone from her life now. Just a memory burned into her heart. A short sniff escaped the young woman before she finished her wine in a few gulps and went to return her skis.
The flight home to Florida was filled with deep sighs and even deeper thoughts? Was she cursed? Did she only attract fucking idiots? Maybe she should become a nun? Or a recluse that sews dresses up in the mountains? No that would ruin her shoes.
Her sister tried to get her to open up about what was wrong but Julie was so sick and tired about talking about him and kept it to herself, she was done with men full stop. She was just tired and on her period was her cover story. Iris saw through her lie of course but knew better than to probe. After a grueling 10 hours, they finally touched down in Miami.
On the drive home from the airport, Julie spent her time staring out the window of the G-wagon. As they passed through the neighborhoods she noticed something… someone she recognized. A boy with long hair carrying big bags into one of the houses. She fell back in her seat crossing her arms over themselves. Interesting…