The cannibalism in her system felt like it died. Her flesh wasn’t consuming her own sadness anymore. Instead, her heart felt like it was gradually flying up to the highest cloud above; she felt brand-new, like a newly opened book with its sheet emitting that woody scent. She felt like she was reborn, with no aches in her heart and no heavy baggage on her skin. The blonde could not really believe what just happened. It was the moment she had been waiting for – to have her back, and now, she just could not wait to start doing the things that could keep her. She intended to make up for all the shitty things she did and to her self, Cate vowed to never let the brunette go away again.
After arranging some pieces that had slid on the floor, the blonde closed the door and started her way downstairs. She was hungry. The crying had taken its toll on her and all she wanted to do was to eat breakfast with the woman she loved. With a triumphant smile on her face, Cate trudged down, ready to meet the love of her life in the kitchen, but when she reached downstairs, Sandra was there, on the door, frozen and shocked.
The main door was opened and Cate couldn’t really see who it was, but from the looks of Sandra’s face, she knew it was not the pizza. The brunette stood there, barely moving and she looked like a heartbroken woman standing into the ruins of Athens, her feet soiled with the burnt bodies of all the soldiers who died along with her lover. Cate immediately walked towards the door, but before she could even reach it, a woman came rushing towards her in a snap and although shocked, she found herself trapped in a hug she did not expect.
“Oh my God, Catherine!” The woman broke the hug as she took a very quick look on Cate before she proceeded to hug her so strong again, “I’ve missed you! I’ve heard you were sick and I just could not bring myself to just wait.” She smiled as she let go of Cate, “…I just needed to see you and oh my fucking goodness!”
The enthusiasm was so overflowing yet Cate and Sandra remained glued on their places. Cate definitely did not expect a visitor that morning. The blonde watched as the woman put down a bag of flowers before she proceeded to hug the brunette by the door.
“And really?” The big question mark hung up in the air as Rosamund Pike grabbed the brunette by her waist, “You know each other?”
Cate shook her head, not really getting what was happening, “What? I mean, like. What do you mean I know her?”
“So my lady is your doctor, huh?” Rosamund winked at the blonde before kissing Sandra on her cheek, who at the very moment was too stunned to speak, “Dr. Bullock. Sandra. Sandra Bullock. Baby, why didn’t you tell me you know my friend?”
“Wait.” Cate cut her off, “What do you mean? I am not getting any…” She moved her finger in a spinning motion before she looked at Sandra and then to Rosamund, “…any of this.”
“She’s the one.” Rosamund stood behind the stunned brunette before eventually hugging her from behind, “I’m dating her.”
The heart-rending look on Sandra’s face and that heartwrenching glimmer of her eyes were enough to make Cate’s stomach drop. It was no secret that the blonde was a devotee of the brunette’s church – the blonde was her worshipper, all the holy prayers that came out of her lips were all connotations of Sandra and her existence; the brunette was the whispers Cate prayed at her most solemn time, but in that very moment, with their eyes locked together, Cate knew that whatever they had a little while ago just crumbled in bricks and pieces.
“Catherine, she’s the one.” Rosamund went on with a smile so bright on her face, “Remember what I told you the last time? When you ranted about how your Tinder date ditched you and then I told you about how lucky I was to have met a lost woman that same night? She’s the one I met. The one I took to the bar and took home.”
The words seemed to have faded in blur, but Cate got it all. So when Sandra ditched her, Rosamund and the brunette actually met. That scene kept replaying in her mind and she could feel her tears dwelling up.
“You…” The blonde stopped as she sucked her own tears; she wanted to shout and ask Sandra about why she didn’t tell her that Rosamund was the one she met when she ditched her, yet she paused and brought out a smile, “…doctor, how come you…”
“Cate.” Sandra cut her off, her face bringing the worry and the urge to explain, but she stopped.
Sandra’s lips quivered as she saw the look on Cate’s face. She really couldn’t fathom if it was anguish, jealousy or anger, but the brunette knew it was not going to be good.
Cate shook her head; her demeanor changed so abruptly and it was as if nothing was affecting her, “Pike, what a small world. The woman you are fucking dating…” The word fucking came out of Cate’s lips with so much angst that Sandra could feel it’s poison dripping on the floor, “…is my doctor.”
Rosamund laughed. An infectious cackle went past out of her lips as she let go of the still so stunned brunette.
“Baby…” Rosamund looked at the brunette so softly and Sandra wasn’t feeling it; instead, despite Cate’s smile on her face, she knew the grotesque scene behind it, “Why didn’t you tell me you know Cate Blanchett? This woman…” Rosamund went up to Cate and hugged her by her side, “…is literally my closest friend in the industry! I mean, I would have quit showbusiness if Cate wasn’t there. Like, she’s my holy Grail.”
Cate gave a scoff, “Tsk. You know doctors do not disclose a patient or a patient’s information. There’s always secrecy. That’s just it. Anyway, wanna have breakfast?” And with that, Cate started to walk back to the kitchen leaving Rosamund and Sandra in the living room.
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