Chapter Nine

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Chapter Nine  

Scorpio: Search for new directions, Scorpio, and be receptive to new friendships, but beware, sometimes when we scratch beneath the surface we can be surprised as to what we see..

Winter settled herself into her cabin. She was so tired her bones ached. The morning now felt like it was surreal, the events leading up to now were dreamlike. She had never flown in a helicopter before, the thrill of the experience and the scenery had blown her away, yet it was tinged with the feeling of loss, losing time alone with Dan and their hurried goodbye had felt like an ending, rather than a new beginning for their relationship. The helicopter had landed at an airstrip then Winter had been transported by car to the cruise ship, so as not to draw too much attention. She had been whisked back on board and straight to the on-board medical centre, where her ankle had been prodded, x-rayed then bandaged professionally. It was recommended that she rest as much as possible and not put weight on her ankle for at least a week. So now she was alone in her cabin, she would have nothing to do but think, and she was tired of running through her mistakes, like watching a movie reel. She was tired of the feeling of loss and grief. She needed happiness in her life and being with Dan was like being close to the sun, it brought warmth and comfort and the lightness filled her being. Winter sighed, sooner or later reality always had to return. She didn't have the energy to join her colleagues in some of the on board activities. She had texted them to let her know where she had been and she had sprained her ankle and was now staying in her cabin. Their reply texts had been sympathetic and encouraging. Winter smiled when she read them, it was the first time in her life she felt like she really had friends. During her career, it was difficult to make friends as each job had only been a stepping off point to a better job, until she had reached the pinnacle of her career and was able to freelance. Then she had spent her free time between her father's yacht racing hobby, and Dan and still hadn't had a chance to make strong friendships with other women. After everything she had been through, Winter needed to make room in her life for friendships. Winter settled herself onto her bed, with a pillow propping up her ankle, then scrolled through her other texts, there were messages from her mother asking about her trip and whether she had finished her article yet, a text from her boss asking if the trip was ok and did she need any more resources or staff. Yet her heart sank as she scrolled through the list, trying to find a text from Dan. In disgust, she put her phone under her pillow and picked up the novel she had been trying to read during the cruise. She hadn't read very much when she heard someone knocking on her cabin door. Winter had to lift her ankle off the pillow, sliding herself sideways off the bed so as not to put too much pressure on her ankle. Gingerly she limped to the door. Her heart leaped at the thought it may be Dan, but then she saw Melody standing there, holding a bottle of champagne. "Hi Winter, I just wanted to come and see that you were ok, but obviously I just ruined that by making you answer the door!" she gabbled, nervously. She and Winter were not best friends so she hoped she was not overstepping any boundaries. She had only come to visit on a whim, and now was regretting her enthusiasm. Winter didn't look pleased to see her. There was an awkward silence between them, as Melody stood in the open doorway, unsure what to do next. Then Winter remembered her manners and her promise to herself that she would devote more time to friendships. "Come in, Mel, I needed some company, I'm getting sick of my thoughts and I'm not used to not being able to do things myself". Winter limped out of the way to let Melody into her cabin, then shut the door. Slowly she hobbled to the kitchenette area to get them both a champagne glass. "Here, let me do it, I have been insensitive enough to make you get up, so go back to bed and I'll pour us each a drink." Melody took the flutes from winter and gently guided her back onto the bed and propped the pillow back under her ankle. "Do you need anything? Any more painkillers?" Melody asked, fussing with smoothing the bed sheets around Winter. "No, I'm fine. As long as I keep still I'm ok." Winter grimaced. Together they sat on the king sized bed and drank their champagne. After one glass, Winter felt like they were teenagers on a sleepover. Their initial awkwardness with each other had dissipated and they could laugh and gossip like long lost friends. "So how is that guy, Alex you said you were seeing? Are you still together?" Winter asked. 

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