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Date Posted: 08:48:14 09/21/02 Sat
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's message, ""Love and Hope"" on 21:55:47 09/20/02 Fri
Title: Love and Hope
Author: Dee
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from “Passions” Soap Opera
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Theresa Weiland sat quietly in her New York penthouse apartment for what seemed like hours. Boxes were everywhere. Her black dress was full of salty tears that her Kleenex was unable to capture.
She tugged on what appeared to be an old rag doll with a blue and while dress on. Her cat curled up around her legs and purred to her for some attention.
Theresa picked up her four-year-old cat Mr. Spoobers.
“It’s just me and you now Spoobers. What are we going to do?”
The cat looked at Theresa and rested his body on its owner’s lap. He could feel her pain, and wanted to be near her through this very difficult and trying time.
She reached down on the floor beneath her and picked up an old photograph of a man and a woman.
“Why did you leave me?” She cried out. “We were suppose to beat time, you and me. Now that time has run out for the both of us. I just can’t see myself going on without you.”
Theresa tossed the photograph aside and stood suddenly, throwing Mr. Spoobers down, making him give a growl of discomfort.
She walked over to the mantle that was emptied now. Pictures at one time graced their presence upon it, but not now. Everything was packed in the boxes that surrounded her.
More sobs came from her as she walked to the bedroom. It too had been emptied. The silk sheets were gone. The beautiful comforter that lay across her king size bed had been tucked away.
“I don’t want to say goodbye. Do you hear me? It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Why you? Why did it have to be you?”
Theresa fell upon the coverless bed faced down, and wept. “Why did it have to be you?” She said once again before she fell into a deep sleep.
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The apartment had become dark with the setting sun. Mr. Spoobers lay asleep in the corner of the bedroom but was awakened with the sound of the doorbell.
He jumped up on the bed and licked Theresa’s face to wake her. It wasn’t until after the third lick that she waved him from her telling him to leave her alone.
He then began to purr louder than usual. Theresa sat up to see what had him so irritated and heard the bell ring.
She pushed her long auburn hair out of her face and grabbed a scrunchy to pull it back in a defeated ponytail.
She then climbed out of her bed to see who was at the door.
Once she reached the door, she looked through the peep whole and slowly opened the door allowing her visitor to step inside.
“Look at you Theresa honey. I can’t stand seeing you like this.”
Theresa looked at her friend. “Well deal with it. This is how my life is now. And I anticipate it being like this forever.
Theresa went to the couch and curled up in a corner of it and lay her head down on the armrest.
Her friend, Whitney walked to the other side and picked up the tossed aside photograph of Theresa and her husband Rick.
Whitney was always envious of the fire and desire that burned in her friend’s eyes. She was a dreamer, and a conqueror. But now the fire was gone. Her dreams were shattered, and Whitney didn’t want to trade places with her friend for nothing in the world.
Whitney took the photograph and wrapped some newspaper around it and placed it in the last opened box.
Afterwards she walked over to the couch and took her seat. She placed her arm around her friend and pulled her close to her. Theresa laid her head in her friend’s lap and began to cry again.
Whitney removed the scrunchy from her hair and picked up a brush from the table and began brushing Theresa’s long beautiful hair.
“How did this happen Whit? Why did it have to be Rick? I keep playing this over and over in my head and nothing seems to fit. It’s like a horrible nightmare that I can’t seem to wake from.”
“I know Theresa. I know what you’re going through.”
Theresa abruptly lifted her head off her friend’s lap.
“No you don’t. You don’t know what I’m going through. There is a very excruciating pain deep in the pit of my belly, and there is nothing I can do about it. There’s no type of medication I can take to make the pain go away. My husband is dead, and he’s not coming back. He’s not coming back.” She began to cry. “He’s not coming back…” She trailed off.
Whitney pulled her best friend close to her again and wrapped her tightly in her arms.
“You are right Theresa. I don’t know how you feel. But I feel for you. We used to share everything. My pains were your pains, and your pains, mine. I’m just glad you’re moving back home to Harmony. You need your family at a time like this.”
“I don’t know if I can Whit. I’m not sure if I can face my family back home. I don’t want to look like a failure in their eyes.”
“Theresa you could never be a failure to your family. They love you so much. Don’t do this to yourself. You are a very successful fashion designer. Your dresses are known all over the world. So, don’t you dare feel like a failure. Do you hear me?”
“I hear ya Whit. But it still doesn’t erase the feeling that I failed Rick and my marriage.”
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Later that evening, all the boxes were gone, and there was nothing left in the apartment. Most of Theresa’s belongings were put in storage, and the things she really needed were on their way to Harmony Maine.
She said goodbye to her apartment and to Rick one more time, and turned around never to face this place again.
End Prologue
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