As she lay in bed, looking at the painted ceiling, Bee began to look around and see her life. As questions rolled through her head, she began to think of the steps she made last night that had lead her here. What is success? Has she achieved it? Is it enough? But more importantly, is there more, and is she satisfied? These questions rolled in her like a ping-pong ball … back and forth. There was so much to consider. Her mouth became dry, and she was in desperate need for some Welch’s grape soda with plenty of ice. Silly, but that was one of her small comforts.
As she began to rise, she saw the suitcase half packed on the floor next to the bathroom, and it all came back. How she had had a terrible fight with her girlfriend. How she was unhappy with the way the three year relationship turned out. What went wrong? Did she say get out too soon? Is this what she really wants? Could this be a big mistake? As the thoughts went through her head, the bathroom door started opening, and panic rose on her face like a hot flash. Before she knew it, her girlfriend came out, crying like a two-year-old when you tell them no. As a mother figure, Bee took on the responsible role. Because of the ten-year age difference, she wanted to show and teach Celica new and exciting things. But sometimes you can’t bring everyone along on your success story. Some things, and situations, are better off as friends. Who had learned the lesson now? she thought. As Celica began gathering her belongings, Bee asked if she would be alright. Celica turned her head to muster up the strength to say no. In a quivering voice, she asked for Bee to not move anyone in too fast, to not forget her. Bee agreed, and added that this is not what this break up was about. She tried to assure her that it could have never worked, and she would be fine without her.