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[satureja13]

Jack eventually convinced the others to send him back to the Therapy Game. And even though Vlad had a (mostly) positive experience, they are so worried after Jack broke down when he returned from his last session.

Saiwa: "Be careful. Leave whenever you feel uncomfortable." Jack: "I will." Tiny Can beeped exitedly and started the Game.

Jack was still locked up. But he kept himself from screaming 'OUT!' and tried to get himself together. This. Is. Just. A. Game. Breathe in through the nose and out through the muzzle. Just like Saiwa tought him. He managed to calm down a bit and looked around. There was NPC Barfolomew! And NPC Uncle Stefan on the stands! What a strange place. Is this a court hearing? They won't execute him, will they?

NPC Barfolomew stood up: "Are you ready Boys?" A growl and a rattle from the cell next to Jack answered him ö.Ö' There is another wolf captured here. And from the stand Jack heard the crowd chant: "Wolfsbane! Wolfsbane! WOLFSBANE!!!" Just like last time. Barfolomew is obviously the bookmaker here.

He opened their cells (finally!) and they stepped out. Jack looked around. Of course there is also an NPC Greg! He is so going to have a word with Tiny Can when he's back! At least there's no gallow or pyre.

The Queen hissed: "Who is this pooch and why isn't he greeting his Queen?" Barfolomew: "Forgive him, Your Royal Highness! He probably grew up in the woods!"

And to Jack: "Hey, Moonchild! Get yourself together!" And so Wolfsbane and Moonchild greeted the Queen and her entourage.

Which consisted of no lesser than Noxee, Ji Ho and: Caleb! OMG! (The Boys met Caleb Vatore last Winter Solstice ^^') Even though Jack knows that these are only NPCs, he's so excited. Noxee! And Caleb! He already regrets that he left the game early last time. And Ji Ho looks so beautiful!

Barfolomew went back to his table. Jack Moonchild and Wolfsbane stood opposite of each other. So these are wolf fights! Barfolomew shouted: "The bets are placed. Leeet's get ready to rrrumble!" And the crowd cheered and chanted their 'Wolfsbane!' fan chants...

Wolfsbane hugged Jack Moonchild and whispered: "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you!"

Caleb does not seem to like what he sees.

Despite Wolfsbane's promise, it was a rough fight. But Jack Moonchild enjoyed it. He loves a good fight - and he's the Super Soldier after all :3

Neither is giving anything away. Caleb's eyes are locked on the combatants.

'Well, in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out They took you out into the street, kicked you in the brains So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again

At the sick bed of Cúchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair, hey'

The Sick Bed of Cuchulainn - The Pogues I can't keep still when I hear this song! ^^'

It was an equal fight but Jack Moonchild won in the end. And Caleb looks shocked. It seems he placed his bets on Wolfsbane.

The Queen stepped down to congratulate Moonchild and extolled them for the enthralling fight. His beloved, beautiful Noxee. Best therapy ever! In this world he is not the damaged, mangled wolf with a bag full of disorders. Here he can show his talents and gather positive experiences in a safe surrounding. Good job, Tiny Can! And maybe, in this game, Noxee is not together with Greg and Jack can woo her and become her King! If Greg were her King, he would sit next to her, wouldn't he? Poor defeated Wolfsbane can't look pouting Caleb in his sulking eyes.

To be continued...

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Content Warning: The discussion in today's post contains mention of childhood emotional abuse, dissociation, and self harm. Please proceed with caution or skip if needed.

Phoenix: Why don’t you talk to your parents anymore? What happened? Dawn: Nothing happened… Fine, if I tell you, can we never talk about this again? Phoenix: Sure.

Dawn: [pauses briefly to think about how to explain] I don’t like talking about them because I don’t like to remember what it felt like… It’s just that… they didn’t care about us at all. If they did, they never showed it. The ONLY thing they cared about was appearances. We were always expected to look and act a certain way, and I swear I could never get it right. I was too loud and too messy. And when I disappointed them, which was all the time, they would just… ignore me. They wouldn’t look at me or speak to me. It was like I’d cease to exist. It was devastating.

Dawn: When I was little, I didn’t understand, so I would throw massive tantrums trying to get them to acknowledge me. I’d scream and cry and tug on them. Eventually, they’d look at me, but they’d just laugh. Like it was the most hilarious thing they’d ever seen. Atlas never tried that, he shut down early on and would just stay in his room. Eventually, I gave up and did the same. I don’t think they ever really wanted us.

Phoenix: That’s awful. Why would they try so hard to have children if they didn’t want them? Dawn: Because that’s what was expected of them.

Phoenix: Can I ask you one more thing? Dawn: What? Phoenix: The scars on your arm…. Why? Because of them or…?

Dawn: Um, yeah, I guess. It’s hard to explain… Sometimes I would wonder if I was a real person, like I really wasn’t sure. I was always trying to do everything perfectly, to get it right. There was a part of me for a long time that worried if I didn’t, I might actually disappear one day. Not like dying, but just like, ‘poof’ from existence. And I’d get really upset And I’d feel disconnected from myself, like I wasn’t really in my body but outside it, and it was scary. But this [rolling back her sleeve], it helped... I’d feel the sting and see red, and it would bring me back into my body and remind me that I was real. And I’d feel better for a little while.

Dawn: I don’t get it. They’re the only two people in the world who were supposed to love me… unconditionally… like instinctually… and they didn’t. I never understood why. I never understood what was so wrong with me. Phoenix: Nothing. You are the best person I know, Dawn. Just because they clearly don’t have the capacity to love, doesn’t mean you were ever unlovable. I’m glad they’re not in your life anymore. They don’t deserve to be.

Phoenix: I love you so much. I promise, I will do everything I can to make sure you feel loved every single day. Dawn: You already do.

Dawn: Promise me something else? Phoenix: Anything. Dawn: Don’t ever give me the silent treatment, okay? No matter how angry I make you. Phoenix: Never. I promise.

Dawn: Thank you. I love you. Phoenix: I love you too.

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[mannylikessims]

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[wavvie]

Emerald Star

🪄magic - blessing and a curse

Nelia Oraen is a magic prodigy alongside her lifelong best friend. The two find themselves competing in the final trial for once in a lifetime opportunity. They put their friendship to the test. As Nelia finds her priorities changing with a new flame, she must decide what she wants. Fulfill a childhood dream, or find love and happiness where she never thought she'd find it.

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[domaine-du-fleau]

FINE ANYWAY - intro As he went to pick up a new mare from another country's stud (BSS Octave, by chelle on TES), Salomon takes the opportunity to swing by the Domaine du Fléau, just to say hi to his best buddy Artan and give a breather to his PRE. However, Artan seems to have something else in mind.

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[hannahssimblr]

I spent an entire evening building a train station for my story and this is all anybody is going to see of it lmao.

Def not worth it

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[tikay21]

🐺Shuji Parker

Winter with Shuji - Fashion Model Introducing some of my GamePlay Characters from Story 'The Rockz' wip

thanks to all for your creative work ♥♥♥

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[missmoodring]

Act 1 Chapter 2 Part 2.1

Magnolia Promenade – Sunday, January 7th, 2024

Miles away, the Satos also enjoyed their first family dinner. Of course, Mr. Sato was nowhere to be seen, a common occurrence in this family. Instead, two other people joined their meal.

After a troubling conversation with her husband, Ken, Marlene looked forward to spending this night with her family. She wasn’t ready to start this ‘intensive investigation’ into her family’s past but she understood it was necessary step to uncover who was stalking them. But before that fiasco, Marlene forged a smile and raised her glass.

“Tonight let’s celebrate my handsome nephew, Kion, and his return to Willow Creek. I understand that a redirection in life may be unsettling but Kion returns a new man with a new girlfriend and child. I think the growth of his family and subsequently, the growth of our own, is quite beautiful! Welcome home!” Marlene toasted.

“I can drink to that!” Kion said with glee while the family took a polite sip of the aged red wine.

“Where is that girlfriend of yours?” Ken Jr asked. Out of everyone here, KJ was the most excited to have his favorite (and only) cousin back.

“She’ll be here any moment. She got caught up at work.” Kion answered and chased his answer with another sip of wine. Marlene couldn’t help but to catch her sister’s eye. She heard a few things about the new girlfriend.

“You guys are gonna love her! Right mom?” Kion asked.

“Right,” Sabrina answered and then quickly washed her lie down with another sip of wine.

“I’m sure we will. Everyone was so accepting when I starting bringing Natalia around. No worries, champ.” KJ said in an attempt to comfort his cousin. Although that was true, Marlene shared a similar uneasiness about Natalia that Sabrina had for Kion’s new girlfriend.

To Marlene, Natalia was nothing special. Sure, she was cute but that was it. She wasn’t witty, charming, or intelligent. She was just …bland. Eventually, Marlene learned to accept that her son had settled for a dough faced girl who was nothing special. Just a girl.

At the far side of the table sat Evelyn Sato. She was still taking in the presence of everyone gathered together. She had spent years away from her family so the reintroduction of “family dinners” was tough. In the last few weeks of being home, Evelyn had mastered adding meaningless commentary to every conversation to mask her disinterest in whatever her family blabbed about. Weddings, grandchildren, business ideas, vacations… None of it interested her.

She twirled her nearly full glass of wine. Just one glass tonight should be alright, right?

“Ev,” it was Aunt Sabrina who broke Evelyn out of her thoughts. “What’s it like working with your dad?”

Evelyn released a deep exhale which only made Sabrina laugh. Sabrina was well aware that her brother-in-law was an uptight asshole in and out of the office, but she didn’t think it would only take a few days for the daddy-daughter duo to bump heads.

“If you’re looking for work, you’re always welcome at Fox and Associates.” Sabrina offered.

Being a lawyer was Evelyn’s long lost dream. She always imagined herself in court fighting for innocent people like Aunty Brina did. It wasn’t until Evelyn got to college that she got a taste of being an actual criminal defense lawyer. She definitely couldn’t imagine herself doing this for the rest of her life. But for a couple hours a day, just to get away from her father, she would definitely reconsider.

“Evelyn wouldn’t hate it that much if she actually cared.” Ken interjected.

For the next few ten minutes, the siblings argued over how boring the makeup of a computer chip actually could be.

“Baby!” The voice silenced the siblings as a woman walked up to the table and kissed Kion’s cheek.

“Hi everyone, I’m Cheyenne,” the woman introduced herself as she sat down at the table.

The family warmly greeted her back. Well, mostly everyone.

Kion introduced everyone at the table to Cheyenne. Immediately, Cheyenne took a liking to the other outsider, Natalia.

“How did you two meet?” Cheyenne asked.

“Oh, the typical way. Social Bunny. He ‘accidentally’ sent me a friend request and then ‘accidentally’ liked all my pictures and posts. Then he sent me a message saying he thought he knew me and we just started talking all the time. How about you guys?” KJ snickered as Natalia retold the story.

“At a club.”

“He saw me first”

“but I approached him first”

“we danced together”

“and the rest is history”

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[simmingwithmila]

The Greenways | It's So Hard to Say Goodbye

*Disclaimer: this post is about death. It focuses on how Sims die from laughter. If this will trigger any emotion, please scroll past.

It was the day after Christmas. Zabrina was called into work, the kids were hanging out with their friends, which left Chris home alone, well with Max the cat. Chris enjoyed Christmas this year, so much that he sat on the couch and began to think about the day. From Laila wobbling down the hall to get to the Christmas tree, Reign being the teenager that she is, pretending she did not want to spend time with her family although secretly she couldn't get enough of family time, to Genesis who eagerly awaited Father Winter and to his beautiful wife, Zabrina, who just smiled as everyone opened their gifts, taking pictures of everything that she almost fell into the tree! Chris chuckled, and then he chuckled some more. He chuckled so hard that he got up from the couch and he clinched is heart, something was wrong, but he couldn't stop laughing. It was uncontrollable to the point Chris fell onto the floor and closed his eyes. His spirit leaving his body lying there, lifeless.

The family buried Chris in the backyard, next to the treehouse that he was so proud of putting together. Zabrina stood in front of the tombstone, silent. She had cried so much when she got the phone call from Reign, cried so much at the funeral, she didn't have much tears left. Her better half, her best friend, gone, just like that. She didn't have the words on what it felt like. As her daughters all looked at the ground with deep sorrow, Zabrina moved forward towards the tombstone and put her hand on top of it. "What I wouldn't give to see you again, my love." Zabrina whispered. She guessed she was wrong; she did have more tears as one drop fell onto the ground. As she began to walk away, she felt a warm wind touch her face. Zabrina quickly turned around and couldn't believe it. Standing in front of her was Chris.

Reign: "Daddy!"

She ran to him and gave him a long embrace. Although Reign couldn't physically feel her father's arm around her, she knew it was there. Zabrina watched in disbelief, in awe and in happiness. Reign and Chris were very close, and Zabrina couldn't imagine how she would comfort her daughter while trying to be strong.

Chris let go of Reign and turned to his wife. Zabrina, the love of his life. He hated that he wouldn't be there on earth with her but in spirit he would always be watching her, guiding her, rooting for her, loving her for all eternally.

Chris: "I cannot stay long but I wanted to say goodbye and to let you know how much I love you and that I am so proud of you. I am with you always, baby, always."

Zabrina ran to Chris and kissed him passionately. She didn't want to let him go, she wanted to stay in his arms forever. Finally, Chris pulled away and looked her. She was going to be okay, he knew it.

Chris: "I don't want you grieving for long. I want you to move on with this amazing life we built together. To be the best mom to the girls."

With that he turned to face Genesis and Laila who were standing in disbelief. He motioned for them to come to him. They slowly moved towards the spirit of their father and gave him a big hug. Chris felt a tear run down his cheek. How he wished that he could be there to see Genesis turn into a teenager. He wondered what kind of child Laila would be.

As Zabrina watched the moment, an idea struck her. As a best-selling author, she now had the opportunity to write the book of life, a book that could bring anyone back from the dead. She could write it quickly and hopefully bring Chris back to them.

Zabrina: "I can bring you back to life!"

Chris turned to Zabrina with a puzzling look.

Chris: "Zabrina, they are calling me babe, it is okay, this was the path."

Zabrina shook her head as tears flowed.

Zabrina: "It is called the book of life, only top authors can write it, I can write it, Chris, I can write it so fast!"

Zabrina went to run into the house to hop on the computer but she felt Chris pull her back.

Chris: "Zabrina, I hear the bells, it is time for me to go. You are so strong and amazing, I told you, I right here with you, always."

Chris held his hand to her heart. Zabrina put her hands on his and whimpered.

Reign: "We can take one last family photo."

Reign put up the tripod and attached the camera. The family got in place.

Reign: "Okay, 1,2,3 cheese."

The family tried to muster up a smile. The camera clicked and flashed.

Zabrina: "Well that is going to be a nice one. I know just where to hang..."

Zabrina turned and Chris was gone.

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[sims-minisodes]

and last but not least, a few finishing touches on the front entrance!

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[satureja13]

Vlad can't believe he's sitting here without his shirt in front of Leander again! He has to remind himself over and over again that he does all this to help Ji Ho, Saiwa and Jack. And that this is just a game. Just. A. Game. After a while (that already took much too long if you asked Vlad) Leander had banged the rock into a rough shape.

Time to take measurements. Leander: "So where is what..."

Hahaha Leander can be happy that Vlad already drifted off ^^'

Then he banged around a bit more...

Leander: "Let's see..."

Leander, after another while: "Hmmm..."

Leander: "Oh-oh. This part is a bit too long."

The Queen wants her statues accurate. Leander: "Let's shorten this part a bit..."

And then he was finally finished! Leander: "Come - take a look." Vlad finally drifted back. He just daydreamed about making a certain part of Leander a bit shorter!

Leander: "What do you think?"

The damn statue looked nothing like him! The head and the face even looked like all the other heads here on the pedestals! Leander: "Of course he does! He's made in the image and likeness of you!"

Leander is hurt. No one ever dared to criticize his work.

And Vlad is furious. Leander could have easily done this without him sitting here for hours in humiliation! Tch!

Vlad collected his money, bougt some food and called Diablo. Vlad: "Let's never look back." Diablo: 'Agreed.'

'We walked him to the station in the rain We kissed him as we put him on the train And we sang him a song of times long gone Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again (Far away!) I'm sad to say I must be on my way So buy me beer or whiskey, 'cause I'm going far away (Far away!) I'd like to think of me returning when I can To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane'

The Pogues - Sally MacLennane TMI: Sally MacLennane is an irish stout (beer) and not a girl ^^'

And this is how Vlad hastily left Goldshire (and soon after the Therapy Game). He'd seen enough. Time to report back to Saiwa. He surely won't come back here so he didn't care who saw him topless. He wonders how time had passed for the others. Ingame time often passes much faster than in reality and the Bond didn't complain or demanded to be charged. So his guess is he only spent here a few hours real time even though it had been ~ 24 hours in the Therapy Game. That should be enough for playtesting. It seems quite safe (minus the embarrassment) but the others can decide for themselves if they are stable enough to try it.

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[honeyjars-sims]

2.33 Alone Again

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Song is "Jesus Christ" by Brand New

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Phoenix: I’m really glad you’re coming with me tomorrow. Julian’s going to love you. Dawn: I’m looking forward to meeting him. You said he’s your dad’s brother, right? Not your mom’s? Phoenix: Right.

Dawn: And you guys have never talked about your dad? Even when you lived there? Phoenix: Uh-uh. Never came up, I guess.

Dawn: Aren’t you curious? Phoenix: About what exactly? Dawn: I don’t know. If he’s still out there somewhere?

Phoenix: You make it sound so ominous. Like he’s some serial killer lurking in the shadows. [turning and pretending to attack her] Dawn: [shrieks and laughs] For all you know, he could be!

Phoenix: I highly doubt it.

Dawn: Fair enough, but don’t you at least want to know if he’s alive? Phoenix: I don’t see why it matters. What are the possibilities really? He’s dead and I’ll never get a chance to know him? Or he’s alive and chose not to know me, in which case I don’t want to know him. Is one better than the other? Dawn: I suppose not. Phoenix: Exactly.

[Dawn ponders for a moment, wondering if he’s right. Phoenix looks up, seeing her brow furrowed and her eyes scanning the room but not looking at anything in particular. He realizes the conversation isn’t over yet when she starts chewing the inside of her lip, and he waits for her to speak.]

Dawn: What if I wanted to ask your uncle? Would that be terribly inappropriate? Phoenix: Uhhhh… kind of. You really want to know that bad?

Dawn: I just think, maybe it would make a difference if he couldn’t see you versus choosing not to. Don’t you want, I don’t know, closure or something? Phoenix: Dawn. Dawn: What?

Phoenix: I don’t need “closure”, whatever the fuck that means. Maybe you need to stop focusing on my family and deal with your own. Dawn: That’s not… you don’t know shit about my family.

Phoenix: Only because you won’t talk about them. Dawn: … Phoenix: [gesturing toward her] Case in point.

Dawn: [sighs and sinks to the floor] I don’t know what you want me to say.

Phoenix: Why don’t you talk to your parents anymore? What happened? Dawn: Nothing happened… Fine, if I tell you, can we never talk about this again? Phoenix: Sure.

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[mannylikessims]

The True Story of the Villareal Family [3.1]

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It was finally the weekend at the Windenburg community pool, and it always started with a certain sound.

Flip.

Flop.

Flip.

Flop.

Flipflopflipflopflipflop.

Savvy poolgoers knew to get out of the way when they heard the march of the flip-flops, because it meant the Paragons were coming.

The Paragons descended in concert, perfect skin and teeth gleaming in their coordinated pink bathing suits.

Their entrance at the community pool was a power statement.

Normally, Luna would bask in the attention, but today she was daydreaming about someone: a mysterious knight she had recently met. Her little crush was still a secret from the Paragons, but she was sure they’d approve of her Prince Charming – once she figured out who was in that suit of armor.

The Paragons turned the corner and seated themselves at the front of the pool in perfect synchronicity. The Paragons were club royalty, and the pool was their kingdom.

But they were also benevolent, allowing Windenburg’s peasants to share the community pool even if they were less-than-perfect.

So, shall we take a tour of their kingdom?

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“On days that end in ‘y’, we wear pink.” - Paragons

Of course, at the head of the pool sit our favorite club in Windenburg, the Paragons. Popular, pink, and perfect, one does not simply admire the Paragons – one worships them.

“Hey, we’re not Partihaus *all* the time. Right now we’re just don’t-talk-to-us-we’re-hungover-haus.” - Partihaus

In the northeast corner sit Windenburg’s biggest party club, Partihaus. They throw the best ragers, and while they’re all hot messes, they typically don’t have beef with other clubs. (Their drama is mostly internal and probably due to the fact that they’ve all hooked up with each other at some point).

“So, would you rather fight 10 duck-sized llamas, or one llama-sized duck?” - Misfits

At the east side of the pool loiter the Misfits – townies who belong to obscure clubs, or worse, who don’t belong to any. These are the kids who bring their homework to the pool and then complain when their books get wet from people splashing near them.

Luna’s twin brother Hugo was regrettably a Misfit, but she still loved him. Not everyone’s jib is cut out to be a Paragon.

“I’m ugly and dumb and like to break things.” – a Renegade, probably

And finally, we have the Renegades. If the Paragons are perfect, then the Renegades are the exact opposite of perfect. They’re a group of no-good criminals who enjoy harassing people, breaking things, and vandalizing the city.

And the Renegades and Paragons hate each other.

So, I'm sure it'll be another peaceful, drama-free day at the Windenburg community pool...

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[PIC 1] James: Co się zmieniło, że postanowiłaś mi pomóc? Vivi: Chciałam ci w ten sposób podziękować… i jak najszybciej wywiązać się z umowy, skoro nie chcesz jej anulować. [PIC 2] James: Więc to jest prawdziwy powód. [PIC 3] Vivi: Och! Zapomniałam ci wcześniej powiedzieć. Wprowadzam się do was na jakiś czas. Malcolm się zgodził. I zanim cokolwiek powiesz dodam, że nie jest mi to na rękę, ale pod moim domem przesiadują paparazzi. [PIC 4] James: Nie mam wpływu na decyzję Malcolma. Mam tylko nadzieję, że ta cała afera nie wpłynie negatywnie na nasz biznes- Vivi: Mogę ci naprawdę pomóc, tylko najpierw muszę pozbyć się Luci. [PIC 5] Vivi: A właśnie! Zrobimy sobie selfika na Simstagram? James: Niech będzie. [PIC 6] Vivi: Ale z uśmiechem! Gburowata mina się nie liczy.

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Chapter Fourteen

College is cancelled as the snow gets worse, so Claire and I spend the week in our apartment hanging out with each other, just like we used to during the long weekends of our 6th year, nobody but each other. We agree to leave the heating on all day because it’s a weather emergency and I try not to think too much about the bill, justifying that if I’m not going out to bars and clubs I’m saving money, so I can funnel it into keeping our cold feet warm during the storm.

We take her big feather down duvet from her bed and watch nineties chick flicks on the couch all day, eating through every last morsel of food in the apartment so that we don’t have to brave the weather to get supplies from the nearest supermarket, which has already been raided of all its bread and eggs as the hysterical Irish have once again entered panic mode over five inches of snow. 

We send Shane on a mission to Marks & Spencers on Henry Street to get fancy food to make up for the miserable offerings of the local Tesco Express, but even the trains have stopped by now, so he has to cycle from Clonskeagh. When he arrives hours later we rejoice. Claire kisses him all over his face while I dive for the carrier bags, pulling out the fancy oven dinners we requested, huge bars of Dairy Milk chocolate, Percy Pigs and gourmet crisps with fancy flavours like flame grilled steak and sour cream and shamrock.

“I’ve another thing for you as well, Evie.” He says, and throws something at me which I fail to catch. “Happy birthday.”

I dive for it, a small soft packet that’s ended up under the kitchen table. “You shouldn’t have.” I say. “What is it?”

“Well you’ll find out if you open it.” He says. 

“Right.” I rip open the clumsily taped paper and there’s a cute little knitted hat inside. It’s red, my favourite colour, and I gasp with surprise and hug it to my chest. It’s so warm and soft to the touch. “Oh wow! Did your mam make this?”

“I asked her to yeah. You said you needed a new hat so…”

“I love it.” I pull it over my ears and pull a model face for Claire who laughs. I don’t get up and try to hug Shane because I know how much he would hate it, so I settle for beaming at him until he goes a bit red instead. “I always wanted her to teach me how to knit.”

“She’d definitely do it, just ask her sometime.”

“I can see it, me becoming someone who knits stuff, like big ugly lumpy scarves and horrible mittens.” I sigh. “I miss your mam.” 

“I’d say she probably misses you as well.” 

Our conversation is interrupted by my phone buzzing in my pocket and my heart instantly does an anxious skip when I feel it, but then I’m just frustrated to see another message from Dean. 

Bored. Do you want to hang out?

I sigh and stuff it back into my pocket. I’ve been trying to ignore him all week but he’s texted me three times now, and the more he sends the more obvious it is that I’m trying to avoid him, which I’m sure he will consider some sort of childish drama.

“Who’s that?” Claire wants to know, and I admit to her that it’s Dean, which makes a muscle twitch in Shane’s jaw. 

“What’s he want off you?” He asks tersely.

“Just to hang out.” I say. 

“Are you saying no, or?”

“Well, I’m saying nothing at all. I don’t know how to approach it, you know, like, giving him a hard ‘no’. It seems harsh.”

Shane takes the bag from the table and starts unpacking the groceries. “It’s spelled N O.” He explains. “Very easy.”

“Yes but I feel bad, like I couldn’t explain to him why I suddenly don’t want to see him, because really, it’s out of pure awkwardness, and I just can’t face him at the moment.”

“Can’t you say ‘I don’t hang around with boys who… do drugs’?” Claire offers, delivering the word “drugs” in that uncomfortable way that a mother would. I shake my head. “Well, no, because I’m embarrassed that I didn’t know that already, considering how obvious it apparently was.” I sigh, flashing back to the vigour with which he was rubbing his nose at my party. “I suppose it’s not really him, it’s me.”

“Nah I’d say it’s him, probably.” Shane says as he shoves the crisp packets into the cupboard beside the oven. “Just leave it, don’t talk to him anymore.”

I lope over to the couch and flop down onto it heavily. “It must be very easy to be you, Shane.” I say. “Able to just say whatever you’re thinking to anybody who annoys you.”

“As can you.”

“I couldn’t.” I insist, because whenever I do something that causes somebody to dislike me I feel the desire to move towns to get away from seeing them. Or I wish I was never born. Whichever. “I don’t want any conflict.” 

“You know that sometimes conflict isn’t a bad thing, don’t you?”

“Shh.” I say, grabbing the remote and turning up the volume of whatever movie we had playing in the background. “I’m watching TV.”

 The next day, Friday, I finally venture out of the apartment in pursuit of a coffee, also to stretch my legs and get some exercise after being entirely sedentary for the bones of four straight days, but mostly for a coffee as I’ve got wind of a rumour that a café on Dame Street is still open. 

The outside world is crisp, clear and shockingly bright, a thick white shawl over the city, shaken out of the arms of the trees and grown on the roofs of buildings like moss. It crunches underfoot as I make my way past the park where a group of children are taking turns on a plastic sled, and further up the street where the paths have been salted and the snow has turned into slush there are more of them building a lumpen snowman that is more brown than white, snow mixed with the dirt from the ground.

One boy yanks another out of my way as I pass them. “Get out of the way of the lady.” He scolds, and it makes my eyebrows shoot up my forehead. Since when do people see me as a lady? It’s freaky to think about a society that is increasingly thinking about me in terms of being a woman when in fact I feel as much like a girl as I ever have. I shuffle on towards the promise of hot coffee. 

It turns out that the rumours were true, and a small café and bookshop is miraculously open despite the weather. The snow outside has been cleared from the path and the icy ground salted so the whole thing is this inviting haven, the smell of coffee beans wafting out into the frosty air as I approach it. 

I order a flat white, which is this new, fancy Australian coffee that all the hipsters are into, and I settle into a soft armchair at the window, cradling the little cup in my cold hands and looking out over the flurries of soft snow that have begun to fall outside.

I look at my phone then, lingering on the messages from Dean again and I realise that this whole situation makes me feel a bit sick. I’m confused. It’s clear that he made a fool of himself at my party, it’s clear that my friends vehemently disapprove of him and it’s also clear that I deserve better than him and yet it’s hard for me to shake the feelings I have for him. It’s not like I’m in love with him or anything, not by a long shot, but I haven’t felt much of anything for anybody in what feels like the longest time. It’s hard to let it go. My thumb lingers over the keyboard, almost ready to tell him that I’m free and willing to see him again, but then I stop myself and take a book from the shelf behind me so I can keep my hands distracted. 

The caffeine leaves me feeling a bit jittery and anxious when I leave the café and head back outside, so I decide to take a brisk walk down the street and into the Christchurch Cathedral grounds, where the same flower beds that bloomed with tulips last week are covered in a thick sheet of snow. The roof of the cathedral is dusted in white and gives the entire building the quaint, nostalgic appearance of a gingerbread house, an ostentatiously festive scene considering it’s early spring now. I do a lap of the grounds, my feet sinking into the virgin snow with a satisfying crunch. 

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