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Post by LEILA ANN ZAKARIAN on Dec 17, 2012 22:21:59 GMT -5
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TO. IT’S TRUE, I WAS MADE FOR- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - you | | [atrb=width,240][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2zgu9hc.jpg); width: 240px; padding-top:10px;]
Leila had taken one of the early shifts so she could have the rest of the afternoon off. Well, she had planned this long ago. As soona s she knew the dates for the Fair, she had made sure she had gotten the breakfast shift. After a quick nap, she drove over the fair to spend the second day of it with Reagan. The first ay had been entirely with Daniel and that day was perfect. Especially after the crappy week she had experienced. Even though Daniel hadn’t been able to come to the hospital to see her, Reagan had. The girl had cheered her up over those three days, even if she only came in for a few minutes. Eventually she’d tell Daniel so if that happened again he could be there. Hopefully the birth control worked though, then she wouldn’t be readmitted.
Leila walked around the food booths while she waited for Reagan to show up. She never really held times to Reagan because of her work. She was studying premed and had to do rounds at the hospital. Even if she wasn’t working that day, Leila knew she either did all her errands that day or slept in. Texting was a major form of how they talked and when they could hang out, Leila would make the time. Even if it was going with her while she did errands. Thankfully Daniel understood that her time with Reagan was limited and let her go when she needed it. That made her happy-that Daniel wasn’t too controlling or clingy. Leila liked having a bit of freedom in a relationship. No, she never did anything to betray his trust but she hated the feeling like she was being smothered. To her a great relationship was about the moments together but also the freedom to be able to go as she wanted.
She had that with Daniel.
After Leila had ordered some fries and a soda, she slid her body onto a bench and looked at the crowds. There were plenty of people from out of town, families included. She smiled as she watched a couple kids playing around their parent’s legs. A few months ago, that sight would make her a lot sadder then it did now. Yes, she still felt twinges of pain as she watched them but that’s because she knew the process would be hard someday. She knew she’d have to do IVF and that was the only way she could conceive when she was ready. Even right now was a long shot for her not because she didn’t ovulate but because there was a chance she could have bad eggs from the endometriosis scaring. So she had to do everything to prevent a pregnancy now and preserve her ability to carry a child. That was a whole other problem she didn’t want to think about yet. Leila dipped her fries in the ketchup as she continued to look around, searching for any sign of Reagan.
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Post by reagan on Jan 4, 2013 11:37:34 GMT -5
[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #3A4748 8px solid; border-right: #839175 2px dashed; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] ----- IT STARTED WITH A WHISPER ----- ----- LYRICS HERE ----- Work. Work was killing her. School was killing her. Well, her social life that is. If she wasn’t in class, she was at the hospital doing rounds. If she wasn’t at the hospital, she was either sleeping or running errands. Thankfully, Leila put up with the hectic schedule. Unlike many of Reagan’s friends, Leila turned out to be the truest. After she had graduated, Reagan learned the harsh lesson of who her true friends were. Over the years, however, she had learned it was better to have one true best friend than a dozen fake friends. Relationships? Reagan had time for none. She barely had any time for Bear – her black lab… but thankfully, like Leila, he seemed to understand. Of course, she made sure he was fed & watered and he was in fact walked every day. She felt like she just wasn’t able to spend as much time with him as she should, however. Though, the nights she came home – or mornings, rather – he was waiting for her. Time she crawled into her bed, he’d crawl beside her and would curl up next to her. Then, as always, Reagan draped an arm around the fluffy humongous dog, pulling him close to her. He was her baby – her companion. She had raised him since he was a puppy – now he was two years old and a giant.
On this day though, it was the start of Reagan’s full week vacation. Thankfully, she was able to get some kind of rest. Of course, she knew it would all be worth it – the lack of social life, lack of relationships – but it was very hard…. Incredibly hard. Now, she found herself at the fair, searching for her best friend. She was so happy she was actually able to spend some time with her for the next few days – so happy she couldn’t even explain. She needed girl time. She needed a sleep over. She needed to just relax and do something besides sleep. She finally found Leila in the crowd, nibbling some French fries. The site of her brought a huge smile to Reagan’s face.
”Well, hellooooo bestie! Did ya miss me?” Reagan draped her arm around her best friend’s shoulder, in the process of snagging one fry. tag: --- words: --- template by eliza @ shadowplay & shine |
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Post by LEILA ANN ZAKARIAN on Jan 7, 2013 11:33:43 GMT -5
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Leila shifted in her seat while she watch the people. Half the people she had known for years. The other half were tourists. The blend always astounded her and made her love this town more. Honestly, she couldn’t see living anywhere else. Maybe spending a summer some place but in the end she’d always come home. This is where everything important in her life had happened. Hopefully more monumental things happened here as well. Like marriage and kids, no matter what way those kids came into her life. Be it herself by IVF, a surrogate or adoption. Hopefully one of the first two then the third after. Leila wasn’t against adoption but there was something about having your own child biologically. She wanted at least one of those. That’s why she had about two dozen eggs frozen so she had all the chances she could to try to make it happen in the future.
Which is how she came to meet Reagan. When this all started-the pain and heavy cycles-Reagan was working as a CNA here at the hospital. Leila was coming in so often it became easy to get to know the staff. Reagan wasn’t too much older so they sort of click. The older girl had some trust issues which was understandable and Leila was just always logical. In a sense the perfect fit as friends because they thought along the same wave lengths. Over the last couple years their friendship had grown. They now no longer only hung out when Leila was admitted to the hospital. Leila was glad to have a female companion outside of her family to talk to about these things. If the Scott girl wanted to yell or throw things, usually Reagan didn’t care. Dollar Store plates made great Frisbees that one didn’t want to retrieve. That was an amazing stress reliever. That and food.
The food which the aforementioned best friend was stealing from. ”Hey! I did but I don‘t miss you stealing my food.” Leila nudged her body against Reagan’s and shrugged with a grin on her face. ”Oh nothing, nothing at all.” The voice she said it in was slightly sing songy and a chuckle left afterwards. Oh yeah, Leila was hiding something. ”So since you have this week off can I please, please, please help you find a man? I‘m sure Daniel has some friends.” Reagan was probably the only one who fully supported her relationship with Daniel without any pestering. Of course there were normal questions a friend had but mostly she was happy for Leila. Honestly, how often in the last two years did Leila smile without someone trying real hard? Half the time her smiles were forced and not genuine. Those her knew her could tell and most let it be. There were times she had smiles that came from actual joy but those moments felt far between. Being drugged up on muscle relaxers, hospital stays and then these treatments had taken a toll on her mentally. No one could really fault her. Still, it was a nice change up seeing Leila actually happy more often then not.
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