Letting Go Chpt. 22
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mindcrackloveSometimes you have to see the value in the pain from the past to help you move on
Dezeray meandered into the kitchen, taking a seat at the table, watching as Kurt made his way to the table, two coffee cups in hand and Zisteau trailing behind him with his own cup of coffee.
"I was thinking we could go shopping today. We need to find you the perfect dress." Zisteau says cheerily.
"Awesome." Dezeray says with a smile.
"Perfect dress?" Kurt questions.
"MC asked her to prom!" Zisteau says, just as cheerily.
"That's adorable." Kurt says with a smile.
"Did Dez tell you about the art thing?"
"Art thing?"
"I'm gonna take that as a no." Zisteau chuckles.
"This guy wants to sponsor me by helping me open an art gallery." Dezeray says, trying to ignore the light blush that colored her cheeks.
"That's amazing Dezzy!" Kurt says, a smile plastered on his face. "Have you decided what works you want to use?"
"Not sure about all of them, but I definitely want to use the one of MC and the one of the sunset."
"Those are both good ones. How did that art show go by the way?"
"Got gold ranking."
"Cool."
"Indeed." Dezeray giggles.
"Oh man, she took you phrase Kurt, whatcha gonna do about it?" Zisteau asks teasingly.
"Nothing at all, it's kinda cute." Kurt says, throwing Zisteau a playful look. "But not as cute as you."
"Flatterer." Zisteau says, nuzzling their noses together and kissing him gently, letting his fingers tangle in Kurt's brown hair.
"Ew." Dezeray says, scrunching her nose. "I'm gonna go and get around before this gets any more awkward." She giggles as she gets up from the table, grabbing her coffee cup and starting to head for the room.
"We might need an hour." Zisteau teases.
"Ew! Dad!" Dezeray shouts as she vacates the room.
She couldn't contain her giggles as she made her way to her room, her warm cup of coffee in hand. She sat on her bed, pulling out her laptop and sitting it on her lap. She sipped her coffee as she pulled up her email. She typed in a email address, one she hadn't used in a long time. She knew there was a lot to say to the person in question, but a lot of it she didn't want to say until they meet in person again, which she honestly wasn't sure she ever would, but one can hope.
Hey Aurey, it's been a long time, I'm so sorry I haven't tried contacting you, I've been through a lot since my sudden move. There's so much I want to tell, I need to tell you, but I'd rather do it in person, if we see each other again, which I hope we do. Anyway, life is pretty great here in Chicago, my foster parents are wonderful. You'd never believe how cute they are, like it's almost unbearable. They are amazing to me, they've gotten me everything I've ever really wanted or needed. Today their taking me to get a prom dress.
And yes Aurey, I got asked to prom. My wonderful boyfriend asked me. I wish you could meet him. He is absolutely perfect. He's so sweet, caring, beautiful. He's the best thing to ever happen to me Aurey, I honestly think he's the one. Not just the high school thing. I really think he's the one, like the one I want to be with forever.
Enough about me for now, how are you? How are you and Vechs doing, you guys still together? You'll have to email back soon, or call, you know, like normal people. Love ya bunches Aurey!
She hit send and sat back, taking another drink of her coffee. She missed Aurey quite a bit. It had been far too long since she'd seen her, let alone talk to her. But, just a few months ago she really wasn't stable enough to do anything, obviously. She had been a complete mess, and she realized that, but she also realized she had to learn from it, and she was.
She had learned so much from all of the stuff that had happened. She had learned how trust is truly a burden and a savor, you just have to learn who to trust. She learned that there's always light in the dark, always happy in the sad, you've just got to be open enough to see it. She learned so much about herself. She learned to have control, even when everything was crumbling beneath her. She knew each scar told a story; each one telling of a harder time, reminding her when she was weaker, when she was vulnerable, but she learned from each of those scars. And, she was still learning how to let go.
She pulled herself out of her thoughts as she got up to get around, closing her laptop gently and leaving her steaming mug of coffee on the bedside table. After a nice hot bath she brushed her teeth and managed to tame her hair and got dressed. She wore a nice purple tank top and jean shorts. She didn't mind showing off her scars anymore. She was proud to bear them, not because it reminded her of her past, but it showed that she was strong enough to overcome the darkness that had plagued her life for too many years. She was proud to be strong, to be who she really was, and those scars helped create who she really was. She checked her laptop, seeing an unread email pop up. She smiled as she sat down to read it.
"You coming Dezzy?" Zisteau calls out.
"Yeah, give me a minute!" Dezeray responded.
She glanced back at the screen, unable to keep the smile off of her face as she read.
Oh my gosh Dezzy!!! I'm so glad to hear from you!!!! It's been forever!! I'm glad to hear you're doing well. Hopefully we will see each other again soon, that would make me so happy! Is your boyfriend cute?? He hasn't done anything terrible to you, has he? Cause if he has I will march over there and kick his butt!
Vechs and I are doing great, he's amazing to me Dez. I'm sad I can't be there so we can hangout at prom, but that's okay, as long as you send me a pic of your dress AND of you and your boyfriend! I love ya bunches Dezzy!
Dezeray was so happy, she finally got to talk to her bubbly red headed best friend again. It had been far, far too long. She could just imagine Aurey practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. It made her laugh, as she closed her laptop again and made her way out to the living room, where Kurt and Zisteau were kissing. Why are they always kissing when I come into the room? She momentarily pondered, but quickly shoved the thought aside, unable to deny how cute it was; how cute they were.
"You guys gonna take me shopping or are you gonna make out all day?" Dezeray giggles.
"I dunno, I could kiss this cutie forever." Zisteau says, giving Dezeray a playful smile, which only grew wider as Kurt's face turned red.
"You can't deny you don't like it cutie." Zisteau says, kissing Kurt's nose.
"I could, but it'd be the biggest lie ever." Kurt retorts, smiling despite the blush that spread to the tips of his ears.
"Exactly, now come along before Dez has to watch us kiss more."
"You guys are gross." Dezeray teases, unable to stop giggling.
"Hey! it's not like you haven't done anything with MC!"
"Dad! You're terrible!" She says, shoving him playfully.
"I know, now let's get going."
They pile into the convertible and start the drive to the mall. Dezeray slipped on her sunglasses, that were naturally in the car already, and watched the Chicago skyline come into view. It was still just as spectacular as the first time she'd seen it. But then, she had been a different person, she was a shell of a person then, not that she was perfect now, not by any means, but she was almost whole again.
She brushed some hair out of her face and looked out as they drove through the heart of the city. So many different diversities, so many different cultures, religions, arts, passions, so many different things being displayed, so many different people, each and everyone unique. She liked being able to see this type of thing now, before it had all been dark, dreary, nothing worth it, but now, now that none of that was true anymore, she could see how great life truly was.
Of course she still remembered the past and all that had happened, but it wasn't as weighing on her, it didn't constantly burden her. She felt free, happy. Finally able to live the life she always wanted to. She was finally able to find herself again, not the person she thought she was, but the real her, the hopeful, smart, artistic, happy go lucky girl she really was.
They pulled into the parking lot and parked, only taking an hour or so to actually find an open spot. Then, they headed in, going towards a dress shop, which had a whole bunch of dresses displayed, which all looked very, very expensive.
"Alright! How about you pick out a few and try em' on." Zisteau says with a smile.
"Okay......these all look so expensive." Dezeray says, running her fingers along velvety fabric.
"Eh, no worries, we want the best for you."
"You're sure?"
"Positive."
She finds a couple of different dresses and matching heels and they headed for the dressing room area. She went into the stall, which was rather big, and put on the first dress, which was a floor length blue dress with sleeves that ended at the edge of her shoulders and a neckline that showed off a lot without showing off too much. She pulled on the matching shoes and headed into the small sitting area where there was a full body mirror.
"I'm not really sure about this one.... I don't really like the color that much." Dezeray says, glancing at her dads through the mirror.
"I think you look beautiful, but it's your choice." Kurt says, giving her an encouraging look.
Dezeray changed into another dress, this one crimson red, and a lot shorter than the other. It had lace sleeves that ended at her elbows and the neck line didn't show off quite as much. She pulled on the tall black stilettos heels and walked back out to look at herself in the mirror. She liked this one more than the last, it definitely showed off her thin, yet toned, legs. It was definitely a good look on her, she couldn't deny that, but she wasn't sure if that was the one either.
She put on the last of the dresses she had picked out. It was a short white puffy skirted dress. It was beautiful, like all the dresses were, and it matched the wedges well, but she still wasn't sure. She walked out to show Zisteau and Kurt, wanting their opinion.
"So..?"
"They've all looked amazing on you Dez." Zisteau says, looking her up and down.
"Here Dez, I think you should try this one on." Kurt says handing her a purple dress and black heels.
She takes it with a smile and heads back into the room. She pulls of the white dress and slips into the purple one. It was form fitting, showing off her curves. It had slits on the side, showing off her stomach and the back was almost all lace. It matched perfectly with the black heels and her hair and eyes. It was perfect. She walked out with a smile, looking herself over in the mirror.
"I didn't know you were into fashion dad." Dezeray says, giving Kurt a smile.
"I'm not. You look good in purple and I thought that one would look nice on you, which it does."
"I think I want this one."
"Awesome. Go change and we'll get you checked out."
Dezeray goes back into the room and pulls on her tank top, shorts, and flip flops. She joined Zisteau and Kurt at the cash register with the dress and shoes in hand. She saw the receipt as it was handed to Zisteau, and saw just how expensive it really was. She honestly wasn't sure why they'd spend so much on her.
"You ready to go?" Zisteau asks.
"Yup." Dezeray says with a smile.
The three head back out into the crowded mall, making their way back to the parking lot, where they took a long while trying to find their car, which Dezeray found comical, much to Kurt's disdain, though he couldn't help but smile. They were truly like a family, and it was nice. She finally had a family, a real one, and she honestly couldn't ask for anything more.
Dezeray meandered into the kitchen, taking a seat at the table, watching as Kurt made his way to the table, two coffee cups in hand and Zisteau trailing behind him with his own cup of coffee.
"I was thinking we could go shopping today. We need to find you the perfect dress." Zisteau says cheerily.
"Awesome." Dezeray says with a smile.
"Perfect dress?" Kurt questions.
"MC asked her to prom!" Zisteau says, just as cheerily.
"That's adorable." Kurt says with a smile.
"Did Dez tell you about the art thing?"
"Art thing?"
"I'm gonna take that as a no." Zisteau chuckles.
"This guy wants to sponsor me by helping me open an art gallery." Dezeray says, trying to ignore the light blush that colored her cheeks.
"That's amazing Dezzy!" Kurt says, a smile plastered on his face. "Have you decided what works you want to use?"
"Not sure about all of them, but I definitely want to use the one of MC and the one of the sunset."
"Those are both good ones. How did that art show go by the way?"
"Got gold ranking."
"Cool."
"Indeed." Dezeray giggles.
"Oh man, she took you phrase Kurt, whatcha gonna do about it?" Zisteau asks teasingly.
"Nothing at all, it's kinda cute." Kurt says, throwing Zisteau a playful look. "But not as cute as you."
"Flatterer." Zisteau says, nuzzling their noses together and kissing him gently, letting his fingers tangle in Kurt's brown hair.
"Ew." Dezeray says, scrunching her nose. "I'm gonna go and get around before this gets any more awkward." She giggles as she gets up from the table, grabbing her coffee cup and starting to head for the room.
"We might need an hour." Zisteau teases.
"Ew! Dad!" Dezeray shouts as she vacates the room.
She couldn't contain her giggles as she made her way to her room, her warm cup of coffee in hand. She sat on her bed, pulling out her laptop and sitting it on her lap. She sipped her coffee as she pulled up her email. She typed in a email address, one she hadn't used in a long time. She knew there was a lot to say to the person in question, but a lot of it she didn't want to say until they meet in person again, which she honestly wasn't sure she ever would, but one can hope.
Hey Aurey, it's been a long time, I'm so sorry I haven't tried contacting you, I've been through a lot since my sudden move. There's so much I want to tell, I need to tell you, but I'd rather do it in person, if we see each other again, which I hope we do. Anyway, life is pretty great here in Chicago, my foster parents are wonderful. You'd never believe how cute they are, like it's almost unbearable. They are amazing to me, they've gotten me everything I've ever really wanted or needed. Today their taking me to get a prom dress.
And yes Aurey, I got asked to prom. My wonderful boyfriend asked me. I wish you could meet him. He is absolutely perfect. He's so sweet, caring, beautiful. He's the best thing to ever happen to me Aurey, I honestly think he's the one. Not just the high school thing. I really think he's the one, like the one I want to be with forever.
Enough about me for now, how are you? How are you and Vechs doing, you guys still together? You'll have to email back soon, or call, you know, like normal people. Love ya bunches Aurey!
She hit send and sat back, taking another drink of her coffee. She missed Aurey quite a bit. It had been far too long since she'd seen her, let alone talk to her. But, just a few months ago she really wasn't stable enough to do anything, obviously. She had been a complete mess, and she realized that, but she also realized she had to learn from it, and she was.
She had learned so much from all of the stuff that had happened. She had learned how trust is truly a burden and a savor, you just have to learn who to trust. She learned that there's always light in the dark, always happy in the sad, you've just got to be open enough to see it. She learned so much about herself. She learned to have control, even when everything was crumbling beneath her. She knew each scar told a story; each one telling of a harder time, reminding her when she was weaker, when she was vulnerable, but she learned from each of those scars. And, she was still learning how to let go.
She pulled herself out of her thoughts as she got up to get around, closing her laptop gently and leaving her steaming mug of coffee on the bedside table. After a nice hot bath she brushed her teeth and managed to tame her hair and got dressed. She wore a nice purple tank top and jean shorts. She didn't mind showing off her scars anymore. She was proud to bear them, not because it reminded her of her past, but it showed that she was strong enough to overcome the darkness that had plagued her life for too many years. She was proud to be strong, to be who she really was, and those scars helped create who she really was. She checked her laptop, seeing an unread email pop up. She smiled as she sat down to read it.
"You coming Dezzy?" Zisteau calls out.
"Yeah, give me a minute!" Dezeray responded.
She glanced back at the screen, unable to keep the smile off of her face as she read.
Oh my gosh Dezzy!!! I'm so glad to hear from you!!!! It's been forever!! I'm glad to hear you're doing well. Hopefully we will see each other again soon, that would make me so happy! Is your boyfriend cute?? He hasn't done anything terrible to you, has he? Cause if he has I will march over there and kick his butt!
Vechs and I are doing great, he's amazing to me Dez. I'm sad I can't be there so we can hangout at prom, but that's okay, as long as you send me a pic of your dress AND of you and your boyfriend! I love ya bunches Dezzy!
Dezeray was so happy, she finally got to talk to her bubbly red headed best friend again. It had been far, far too long. She could just imagine Aurey practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. It made her laugh, as she closed her laptop again and made her way out to the living room, where Kurt and Zisteau were kissing. Why are they always kissing when I come into the room? She momentarily pondered, but quickly shoved the thought aside, unable to deny how cute it was; how cute they were.
"You guys gonna take me shopping or are you gonna make out all day?" Dezeray giggles.
"I dunno, I could kiss this cutie forever." Zisteau says, giving Dezeray a playful smile, which only grew wider as Kurt's face turned red.
"You can't deny you don't like it cutie." Zisteau says, kissing Kurt's nose.
"I could, but it'd be the biggest lie ever." Kurt retorts, smiling despite the blush that spread to the tips of his ears.
"Exactly, now come along before Dez has to watch us kiss more."
"You guys are gross." Dezeray teases, unable to stop giggling.
"Hey! it's not like you haven't done anything with MC!"
"Dad! You're terrible!" She says, shoving him playfully.
"I know, now let's get going."
They pile into the convertible and start the drive to the mall. Dezeray slipped on her sunglasses, that were naturally in the car already, and watched the Chicago skyline come into view. It was still just as spectacular as the first time she'd seen it. But then, she had been a different person, she was a shell of a person then, not that she was perfect now, not by any means, but she was almost whole again.
She brushed some hair out of her face and looked out as they drove through the heart of the city. So many different diversities, so many different cultures, religions, arts, passions, so many different things being displayed, so many different people, each and everyone unique. She liked being able to see this type of thing now, before it had all been dark, dreary, nothing worth it, but now, now that none of that was true anymore, she could see how great life truly was.
Of course she still remembered the past and all that had happened, but it wasn't as weighing on her, it didn't constantly burden her. She felt free, happy. Finally able to live the life she always wanted to. She was finally able to find herself again, not the person she thought she was, but the real her, the hopeful, smart, artistic, happy go lucky girl she really was.
They pulled into the parking lot and parked, only taking an hour or so to actually find an open spot. Then, they headed in, going towards a dress shop, which had a whole bunch of dresses displayed, which all looked very, very expensive.
"Alright! How about you pick out a few and try em' on." Zisteau says with a smile.
"Okay......these all look so expensive." Dezeray says, running her fingers along velvety fabric.
"Eh, no worries, we want the best for you."
"You're sure?"
"Positive."
She finds a couple of different dresses and matching heels and they headed for the dressing room area. She went into the stall, which was rather big, and put on the first dress, which was a floor length blue dress with sleeves that ended at the edge of her shoulders and a neckline that showed off a lot without showing off too much. She pulled on the matching shoes and headed into the small sitting area where there was a full body mirror.
"I'm not really sure about this one.... I don't really like the color that much." Dezeray says, glancing at her dads through the mirror.
"I think you look beautiful, but it's your choice." Kurt says, giving her an encouraging look.
Dezeray changed into another dress, this one crimson red, and a lot shorter than the other. It had lace sleeves that ended at her elbows and the neck line didn't show off quite as much. She pulled on the tall black stilettos heels and walked back out to look at herself in the mirror. She liked this one more than the last, it definitely showed off her thin, yet toned, legs. It was definitely a good look on her, she couldn't deny that, but she wasn't sure if that was the one either.
She put on the last of the dresses she had picked out. It was a short white puffy skirted dress. It was beautiful, like all the dresses were, and it matched the wedges well, but she still wasn't sure. She walked out to show Zisteau and Kurt, wanting their opinion.
"So..?"
"They've all looked amazing on you Dez." Zisteau says, looking her up and down.
"Here Dez, I think you should try this one on." Kurt says handing her a purple dress and black heels.
She takes it with a smile and heads back into the room. She pulls of the white dress and slips into the purple one. It was form fitting, showing off her curves. It had slits on the side, showing off her stomach and the back was almost all lace. It matched perfectly with the black heels and her hair and eyes. It was perfect. She walked out with a smile, looking herself over in the mirror.
"I didn't know you were into fashion dad." Dezeray says, giving Kurt a smile.
"I'm not. You look good in purple and I thought that one would look nice on you, which it does."
"I think I want this one."
"Awesome. Go change and we'll get you checked out."
Dezeray goes back into the room and pulls on her tank top, shorts, and flip flops. She joined Zisteau and Kurt at the cash register with the dress and shoes in hand. She saw the receipt as it was handed to Zisteau, and saw just how expensive it really was. She honestly wasn't sure why they'd spend so much on her.
"You ready to go?" Zisteau asks.
"Yup." Dezeray says with a smile.
The three head back out into the crowded mall, making their way back to the parking lot, where they took a long while trying to find their car, which Dezeray found comical, much to Kurt's disdain, though he couldn't help but smile. They were truly like a family, and it was nice. She finally had a family, a real one, and she honestly couldn't ask for anything more.
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Date: Sunday, February 14th, 2016 06:22 am (UTC)-Observing Anon
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Date: Sunday, February 14th, 2016 10:29 am (UTC)And I may have squealed just a bit.
-the lurkiest lurker
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Date: Sunday, February 14th, 2016 01:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Sunday, February 14th, 2016 04:24 pm (UTC)Though a doubt from last chapter is beginning to gnaw at me, could just be paranoia left over from Tanadin's last chappter; but this is starting to sound more dream like. Her sunglasses that were 'naturally in the car already' and Zisteau having no qualms about immediately buying Dez a dress that is really expensive? Really hoping that I'm seeing shadows where there actually are none.
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Date: Sunday, February 14th, 2016 04:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Sunday, February 14th, 2016 08:05 pm (UTC)-Observing Anon
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Date: Sunday, February 14th, 2016 08:29 pm (UTC)"Ok.... these all look so expensive." Dezeray says, running her fingers along velvety fabric.
"Eh, no worries, we want the best for you."
"Here Dez, i think you should try this one on." Kurt says handing her a purple dress and black heels.
"I didn't know you were into fashion dad." Dezeray says, giving Kurt a smile.
"I'm not. You look good in purple and I thought that one would look nice on you, which it does."
She honestly wasn't sure why they'd spend so much on her.
The first one is like the first time she realizes something is off, but it's not too big of a give away. The second is almost too casual to be real. He acts like the price is no big deal and brushes it aside like it's not worth noting. The third just seems like this coincidental event of everything is falling into place perfectly, even though Kurt finding her the perfect dress is a bit strange. The fourth could be seen as a little bit of her old self doubt creeping up on her again, but it could also be like the first one, where she realizes something is off and not quite right.
Curse you bubbles and your too happy to be real chapters!
-Observing Anon
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Date: Sunday, February 14th, 2016 11:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Monday, February 15th, 2016 04:28 am (UTC)