anxiety; trixya

forty-seven

the last box had been placed in the new house and finally trixie and katya could rest.

katya was about to sit down on one of the boxes when she heard trixie call her. she wondered into the kitchen and saw a pink guitar slung around trixies neck. now katya had never heard trixie play so she was excited to say the least.

"so i, uh, wrote something for you." trixie shyly said. katya beamed with pride and let trixie play her guitar. the song was very melodic and was not typical of katyas genre but she loved it.

"what are you going to call it?" katya asked. "bluegrass." trixie said softly and put her guitar away. "the end was a bit sad." katya said. "well i wrote it when you were away and i was sad because you weren't there." trixie admitted. "well i'm here now and we're living together, i'm not going anywhere." katya said and pulled trixie into a tight hug.

"i love you." trixie said into the hug. "i love you more." katya replied and kissed trixies nose. "you know i'm so proud of you," she continued, "you've overcome so much in the time i've known you, hell you just played guitar in front of someone for the first time. you order coffee on your own and you haven't hurt yourself in a long time." katya finished.

"it's all down to you, i'm glad i met you at the therapy office." trixie beamed. "i'm glad to have met you too." katya said and kissed trixie sweetly on the lips.

"now let's start unpacking our boxes and start the rest of forever together." katya said. "forever." trixie reiterated.

finally after years of pain and struggle trixie had now gotten what she wanted; a life where she was loved and cherished and she didn't want anything more.

fin.