Show: Passions
Characters: TheRox
Disclaimer: I don't own Passions or any of its characters. THis is purely fan made.
Walking along the corridor of the mansion, she sleepily trotted to the kitchen. It was a little after midnight. Everyone was up, but no one was talking. She knew no one would disturb her on her trek. They all had someone to keep them company tonight, save Ivy, but Ivy was always alone.
Was that her destiny, to become like Ivy? Was fate trying to make her into a bitter woman trapped within the walls of this castle? Her only love her son? No, fate could not be so cruel to someone who believed and followed its whim like she did.
But it was ironic none the less. That Ivy would hate her for everything she has done, and yet Ivy was the person she became. She had spent so many years idolizing the Crane figure that she failed to see the chips and scratches and imperfections that it was. Ivy was a broken statue, frozen in time. Frozen in the moment she lost the love of her life. Her heart bitter to anyone that dared tell her it was over.
Theresa didn’t want any of that. She wanted love. More importantly she wanted it with Ethan. But since that most probably wasn’t going to happen she must learn to move on because she was helping no one. Her heart could not be giving if it was suspended in time, in the moment Ethan said “I Do” to Gwen.
Reaching the kitchen she opened the door with a slight push. The lights already open, she began to wonder who was there at this time. Looking towards the fridge she saw a figure bent slightly, rummaging.
He smiled as he came up, passed her a howl of fruit, and waited for her to try it.
“I heard you liked midnight snacks.” was all he said and sauntered past her slowly, his eyes asking her to try his creation. She complied.
“This is good, how’d you make it?”
He passed her his card.
Nicholas Foxworth Crane
Expert with fruit and women.
Call 565-4312 for catering of all needs
“Your full of it”
“You said I was good step-mommy”
The End.
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