Surprise!!!! See, I haven’t forgotten about this fic. And somehow, I gained some inspiration to write it again. So just in case you have forgotten about it yourself, Part 1 is here and Part 2 is here.
The Weeping Willow – Part 3
She rests her head against the chair, smiling to herself as she hears the chatter and laughs of her best friend on the phone in the kitchen. She loves days like these. Days where she is able to step away from her celebrity life and embrace the normalcy she so often craves. At least to the extent that she can.
She’s found herself craving it more and more these days. Finding that for each day she is in the studio she prefers two at home. Sometimes she worries she’s become complacent with her career but she knows that’s not the case. It’s just a balance that she longs for. Her career is established. Her life, not so much. Or at least parts of it not so much. The past few weeks have extensively shown her that.
She rolls her head to the side to look out the window. It’s snowing. Not that that’s a surprise. It is winter in New York and snow is commonplace. But for some reason, watching the flakes of glitter sparkle down over the past few days has produced an unnerving feeling in the pit of her stomach. Perhaps because she has told herself a year ago that she’d always spend winters in Los Angeles. Likely because she’s been unable to get the picture of Diana Hiddleston’s home out of her mind since she painted it three weeks ago. And that memory just leads to another, this one with Tom, sitting in his car as she raves about how she can’t wait to see Suffolk, to see that home, as it’s blanketed in snow in the winter. The Hallmark movie she so desperately wanted to see that she will no longer have the chance to.