Connection
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intheheartTitle: Connection
Rating: PG
Summary: Maria wrote Arelie every year on Ahava's birthday.
Warnings: none.
Notes: none
Maria wrote Arelie every year on their shared daughter's birthday, and every year, she got nothing back.
Not that she really expected any different. It had taken a private detective to track down Arelie's address, and the combined efforts of Lawrence and half her friends to convince her not to just show up on Arelie's doorstep. And they were right, they were, it was just...
It wasn't just the enormous debt she owed Arelie. Maria missed her. They'd lived together for six months, almost seven, and in that time she'd got to understand this brilliant, bright, funny woman, dry and witty and kind in a way no one else she'd ever known had been. She'd told Arelie things she hadn't told anyone else, had let her into her life to a depth not even Lawrence shared. Arelie had become-- was still-- her best friend.
She hoped Arelie knew that, but she was pretty sure she didn't. So she kept writing.
Until one day, Arelie wrote back.
Rating: PG
Summary: Maria wrote Arelie every year on Ahava's birthday.
Warnings: none.
Notes: none
Maria wrote Arelie every year on their shared daughter's birthday, and every year, she got nothing back.
Not that she really expected any different. It had taken a private detective to track down Arelie's address, and the combined efforts of Lawrence and half her friends to convince her not to just show up on Arelie's doorstep. And they were right, they were, it was just...
It wasn't just the enormous debt she owed Arelie. Maria missed her. They'd lived together for six months, almost seven, and in that time she'd got to understand this brilliant, bright, funny woman, dry and witty and kind in a way no one else she'd ever known had been. She'd told Arelie things she hadn't told anyone else, had let her into her life to a depth not even Lawrence shared. Arelie had become-- was still-- her best friend.
She hoped Arelie knew that, but she was pretty sure she didn't. So she kept writing.
Until one day, Arelie wrote back.
