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The way he said my wife, it made her curious as to what happened there but they were not on that level of becoming personal yet. She would have interjected with antics of her own failed marriage and how the man got into one fight with her over her other sired children, namely Simon, and could not handle that she held privacy with her other kin sacred. The fact Simon was lying to everyone so they would be friendly with him, so he had no conflict, was his own fault. He destroyed their marriage because she didn’t run straight to him over Simon coming to her and asking her to keep it between them. All the while he did the same thing with Clara, he never came running to her over their conversation. Now all the relationships were destroyed. The flash of pain across her face only lasted a split second. She was not bitter, She was NOT bitter.

Besides, she had always loved and adored one person. They had both felt so much the same thing, yet unable to show it. Maybe.. Just maybe. She was sinking into her own thoughts and not replying to Alaric. “It’s not that I am not looking to have friends. I am … a horrible friend. I tend to fall asleep or go away on business trips for extended periods of time. If it was not for my thralls and the name of the club, I would have gone out of business long ago. Just because I am the only conglomerate of Wedding attire and hold the top recording studio for no name garage bands to get the best discounted rates, I mean there is literally no one but my thralls running my businesses. Which they would also run the charity while I am away when I go away that is. You see, that is exactly what I mean, the healthcare center. I was thinking about that and SO much more. There are people who fall between the cracks, people who go without help because they make too much for the aid but not enough to survive. We need to target that group as well. It is sad when someone works 40-80 hours a week and have no food in the cupboards or fridge to show for it. We can make this charity for them as well. The holidays are right around the corner, and I have want to do something for that as well. It’s just will you be willing, if provided, be open to running clinics out of houses/apartments in different areas of the city to help people in that area? I have many of houses and apartments that are not in use. Plus … I have an entire apartment building across town I can use for a clinic in Cherrydale. I have kept it closed to the public but for this I am willing to open it. The girls are willing to give up their little cove on the first floor for this venture. I have apartments in most of the major buildings. What do you think of hiring more people, from say the college, where they would get credits and a small amount of money and help out the city at the same time. Plus fundraising drives and clothing drives/food drives. We can’t be the heathens the humans think of us.”

She stopped on her tirade of thoughts that worked from her head straight out of her mouth without any blockers. Ever since her ex-husband had left her, she had been a different person. Now most of her family was gone because of her own absence from being devistated over losing him. She needed to do something that kept her involved with the town. Something grand to find her love for this city again, the city she did not fall asleep to.

Back in the good old days there was so much more to be involved with. Before the humans knew about vampires, and the city was over run with these barricades that she has now taken to roaming rooftops mostly to avoid. It is a pity it wasn’t like the good old days, when there was wars raging and secret societies. Ahhh those were the days. She was the nice girl who seemingly didn’t get involved in the wars, but she did. She was very involved. And she missed the people most of all. This was a shell of her former self. A lonely shell that didn’t want to get close to people, to be friends with people because … in the end almost everyone up and left or didn’t see the value of her antics. But that was okay, it was. She couldn’t tell the man that, she looked at him, her eyes filled with all the thoughts raging in her head, the sorrow that she felt from losing so many. There was no way to say it. “We could… try to be friends.. I guess.” But over all she knew how it would end up being.

Absence did make the heart grow fonder, or least that is what they say. In some cases that was exactly it, and then there was other relationships where distance like that killed them. Such was the case with her marriage, the distance kept growing and growing. The distance became this force, a black inky force growing like a mold that just pushed them further and further apart. Silence and distance. An overwhelming choking force that suffocated them entirely. And that was the good parts of their marriage, the bad parts were worse to endure. They had made lovely friends, not partners in life. The attraction made them try for more but in the end, they lost it all. Everything was gone, destroyed into worse than nothing. An empty void.

But who was to say that all relationships were like that. Zodiac and her had endured much over the years. Distance, sleep, relationships to others and yet look at them. There was a spat here and there but they always gravitated toward one another. But in the end one would reach out from the ache in their hearts and do what was needed to mend whatever happened. Not that the two fought all that much, but they were both powerhouses, forces of nature to be reckoned with. When the two knocked heads, it was lucky the entire town didn’t implode on itself.

“I would gladly give up a few houses to be made into clinics, safe houses or homeless shelters or all of the above. That I have no problem with. However I no longer decorate so I will need to find someone who does and seek out their aid in transforming the apartments and houses. Hmmm… a drop off of new and used clothes, could be one of the bridal shops in town, which would be lovely for the people dropping stuff off, I could offer a ten percent discount for their donations in the store, seeing as i sell more than just formal wedding attire in there. Hmm..” She paused to think it over. “You know, Al, I think this might actually work.” She wrapped a towel around herself as she would coming out of the shower. “Scholarships, and also internships to keep the clinics staffed. One actual doctor but the rest minimal paid college students earning credits. I know the West family once funded the college, if there is anyone I know from that family still awake they might be convinced to join in, but I have heard nothing of any of them being awake. What would we name this? It has many things involved. The hardest part I believe other than the thought and time it takes to be involved, is the naming of it. Helping Hands I believe is an american thing. We should be creative, and yet make sure the initials don’t spell out a curse word. While being an A-S-S member seems all fun and cool, it also seems like it would hinder it. So… therein lies the problem. Name?”

“My businesses, all of them, have thrived. Even the home decorating was until I left, I wouldn’t even mind offering some vouchers for furniture for people who submit an application when they need it. There is repurpose furniture there.” She thought it over and wouldn’t mind donating things. But she would need to find someone who could redo the houses and apartments into something more communal. This was a thing that could actually happen.

“This could actually work?” She asked it as if it was a question. Mainly because she wasn’t 110% positive it was something that would come to play. And keeping things on the business aspect, kept the personal side down some. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to get personal with him, she just wasn’t ready for share time on her end.