[right][sub][sub]a short story | inspired by [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/183262-tdac-1-there-are-two-sides-theme-and-discussion/ooc]TDAC#1[/url]
chess & relationships[/sub][/sub][/right]

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[i]Drowning[/i]

	It was cold on the patio, and small specks of snow were beginning to fall from the evening sky. It reminded Jennifer 
of the warm, summery night, Frederick and she had first met at some bar in the downtown area. Both had just graduated
from college, and he was trying his hardest to be the best man he could be, while she was nearly drunk next to her best
friend. She had been loud, while he had been his usual quiet and reserved self, simply enjoying a single bottle. They
were all having a good time, and they bumped into each other. Somehow, they both meshed.

	“Are you being real?” He asked her with a smile.

	“Of course I am!” She said with as much verbose personality as possible. She was merry and she could have cared less
about this man, especially with her best friend by her side. All the two women cared about was having fun. Hookups, dating,
and marriage could wait. They were too busy enjoying the stress free life of no school. Sure, work was a bummer, but those
incoherent deadlines were forgotten and in the past.

	For Frederick, it was love at first site.  Never before her, had he met a woman like her. Unfortunately, Jennifer had absolutely
no idea there was anything between them for the longest time. She was slow to notice these things, like the white powder
falling from the sky. As he got to know her more, she proved to be nothing like the drunk woman he met at the bar. Yes,
she could be ridiculous sometimes, and yes, there was a bombastic side that could behoove anyone. However, she was
generally a quiet person who preferred her own personal space just like he did.

	Right now, hers was on the patio staring at the dark, hazy sky. The moon was shining brightly, and something about the
beauty made her tear up. The moon was always there, every night, save for new moons, and even then, she counted the
moon as still being there. It represented a new beginning, a new phase. Right now, the moon was full like a huge white
flower. There would be four more phases until a new moon and a new beginning. She was praying for one.

	Frederick's personal space was inside their apartment. He was staring at his computer screen, plugging away variables for
his rising entrepreneur computer program. It would offer him financial relief and a fresh outlook for how his home life was
looking with all the incoherent deadlines at work. However, this evening happened. He was already over it and wanted her
gone, but Jennifer processed information differently, especially when she was like this.

	Earlier, when Frederick asked with a stern loudness, “Are you being real?” She responded with a lack of personality. Her eyes
were downcast and lonely. She looked empty, and her voice was spoken with as much quietness as possible. He did not know 
who she was anymore. He was unsure if she was even a person. She did not seem to care. The mesh between them had been
torn, and they were swimming without each other in the ocean, again. They were two fish, who had forgotten how to love each
other, and he was too slow to react, as usual.

	“Of course, I am,” she responded with a frown.
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