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Christmas felt a little different this year. Dorothea would be spending it alone. Well, she had spent most of the past year alone, with the exception of Jet. This was a different kind of alone than previous years. Before, she had been used to being on her own—she expected it. But this year, Krysto was gone, called away to active duty. Dorothea had never expected to be a military girlfriend, yet here she was. And honestly, she wouldn’t change it. She loved Kyrsto, even when he was far away. When he told her he had been called up, she had been angry at first. He had served his time! Why should he have to go again and put himself in such danger? Of course, he had to go. If he didn’t, it would almost be a breach of his character. And of course Dorothea hadn’t put up much of a fight. She didn’t want him to feel guilty.
Still, she let him know that she missed and loved him every time they’d had a chance to talk over the past few months. Dorothea wanted him to know he had something and someone to come back to. Because she needed him. She felt that keenly every day that he was gone. Dorothea had never felt this way about anyone before, but Krysto had changed her.
She had been all right for much of the past few months, throwing herself into work and painting. She had Jet for company, which was a good motivator. Taking him for walks helped get her out of bed and going some days. However, now that the holiday season was approaching and he had said he wasn’t going to be able to come home, Dorothea found herself lost. However, rather than mope around she threw herself into full activity mode, volunteering to run the entire town Winterfest. Everyone always participated in Winterfest, anyone who owned shops serving food or bringing something to sell. It was the biggest town event of the year, drawing visitors from near and far. Dorothea’s coffee shop had always opened a little kiosk in the town square in addition to keeping their shop open extra hours during the festival, but for some reason this year she had decided to go all out and volunteer herself to run the entire event.
Perhaps she thought that it would keep her busy and keep her mind off missing Krysto and to some degree it did. However, she frequently found herself thinking he would enjoy helping her with certain aspects or that she wanted to tell him a ridiculous story about someone on the planning committee. It was hilarious some of the problems that they seemed to come up with. Overall, however, she found it to be a good use of her time, often falling into bed too tired to think of anything at night. It was a lot of work.
The work did not slow down as the start of the festival approached. There was still so much to do and the opening gala was just days away. Every year, the town came together to throw a magical party and fundraiser for a nonprofit of their choice. Since Dorothea was the director of the festival this year, she had chosen Pets for Vets as their organization, knowing it would make Krysto proud. Jet had been the best dog for him and Dorothea wanted other veterans to have the same opportunity to experience that kind of love and healing.
It was bound to be a great night. Everyone had donated something to be auctioned off and the ticket sales were at their highest. The only thing that was missing was Krysto. Dorothea had thought that she would be all right if there was plenty of work for her to do, but on the night of the gala, she found herself missing him more than ever. She pictured herself dancing with him, debating over which item to bid on, and just spending the evening by his side.
However, she spent the evening, running around, making sure everything was going well. She was wearing a black, slim fitting floor length gown, grateful that it hid her feet so that she could wear flats rather than uncomfortable heels. It would be nearly impossible for her to do everything in heels. Finally, all of the bidding had come to an end and the MC for the evening took to the stage. Dorothea took a moment to breathe, happy that everything seemed to have gone so well.
“Ladies and gentlemen, what a wonderful night!” Clive, the owner of the town bar called out, drawing everyone’s attention. “Early numbers are in and this has been the most profitable gala we’ve ever had! And all to a great cause—Pets for Vets! Let’s give ourselves a round of applause!” The crowd clapped and Dorothea smiled, happy to hear how well it was all going.
“Now, we couldn’t done any of this without the work of our wonderful Festival Director, Dorothea Dimitrou, the owner of Mountain Brew!” The crowd was clapping again and Dorothea found herself blushing slightly as lots of faces turned towards hers. She didn’t do this for the spotlight. “Actually, Dorothea, why don’t you come up here and help us present the final check?”
She hadn’t planned on it, but the crowd was propelling her up, closer to the stage. Again, she was grateful for flats instead of heels, hoping not to trip in front of everyone. Dorothea smiled shyly when Clive gestured for her to stand next to him. “We have a special treat,” Clive announced, “Here to collect our check of $24,870 to Pets for Vets is someone who has personally benefitted from this organization and loves this town. Come on out!”
Dorothea looked to the side stage, wondering what exactly was happening. She hadn’t planned any of this. They were just going to send the check off to the organization. A familiar dog bounded up the steps of the stage, heading towards Doroteha. Jet? she thought, confused. What was he doing here? She had left him at home? The crowd was beginning to get louder now, with cheers echoing as someone followed Jet onto the stage. The lights were blinding and Dorothea couldn’t see the face that belonged to the man in uniform, but her heart was suddenly pounding in her chest as she was beginning to realize who this must be. Yet her brain couldn’t quite catch up. He wasn’t supposed to be home. Not for another couple of weeks. Not right now. Tears prickling the corner of her eyes, Dorothea’s hands flew to cover her mouth, attempting to cover her shock at seeing Krysto for the first time in person in months. He was home.
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Christmas felt a little different this year. Dorothea would be spending it alone. Well, she had spent most of the past year alone, with the exception of Jet. This was a different kind of alone than previous years. Before, she had been used to being on her own—she expected it. But this year, Krysto was gone, called away to active duty. Dorothea had never expected to be a military girlfriend, yet here she was. And honestly, she wouldn’t change it. She loved Kyrsto, even when he was far away. When he told her he had been called up, she had been angry at first. He had served his time! Why should he have to go again and put himself in such danger? Of course, he had to go. If he didn’t, it would almost be a breach of his character. And of course Dorothea hadn’t put up much of a fight. She didn’t want him to feel guilty.
Still, she let him know that she missed and loved him every time they’d had a chance to talk over the past few months. Dorothea wanted him to know he had something and someone to come back to. Because she needed him. She felt that keenly every day that he was gone. Dorothea had never felt this way about anyone before, but Krysto had changed her.
She had been all right for much of the past few months, throwing herself into work and painting. She had Jet for company, which was a good motivator. Taking him for walks helped get her out of bed and going some days. However, now that the holiday season was approaching and he had said he wasn’t going to be able to come home, Dorothea found herself lost. However, rather than mope around she threw herself into full activity mode, volunteering to run the entire town Winterfest. Everyone always participated in Winterfest, anyone who owned shops serving food or bringing something to sell. It was the biggest town event of the year, drawing visitors from near and far. Dorothea’s coffee shop had always opened a little kiosk in the town square in addition to keeping their shop open extra hours during the festival, but for some reason this year she had decided to go all out and volunteer herself to run the entire event.
Perhaps she thought that it would keep her busy and keep her mind off missing Krysto and to some degree it did. However, she frequently found herself thinking he would enjoy helping her with certain aspects or that she wanted to tell him a ridiculous story about someone on the planning committee. It was hilarious some of the problems that they seemed to come up with. Overall, however, she found it to be a good use of her time, often falling into bed too tired to think of anything at night. It was a lot of work.
The work did not slow down as the start of the festival approached. There was still so much to do and the opening gala was just days away. Every year, the town came together to throw a magical party and fundraiser for a nonprofit of their choice. Since Dorothea was the director of the festival this year, she had chosen Pets for Vets as their organization, knowing it would make Krysto proud. Jet had been the best dog for him and Dorothea wanted other veterans to have the same opportunity to experience that kind of love and healing.
It was bound to be a great night. Everyone had donated something to be auctioned off and the ticket sales were at their highest. The only thing that was missing was Krysto. Dorothea had thought that she would be all right if there was plenty of work for her to do, but on the night of the gala, she found herself missing him more than ever. She pictured herself dancing with him, debating over which item to bid on, and just spending the evening by his side.
However, she spent the evening, running around, making sure everything was going well. She was wearing a black, slim fitting floor length gown, grateful that it hid her feet so that she could wear flats rather than uncomfortable heels. It would be nearly impossible for her to do everything in heels. Finally, all of the bidding had come to an end and the MC for the evening took to the stage. Dorothea took a moment to breathe, happy that everything seemed to have gone so well.
“Ladies and gentlemen, what a wonderful night!” Clive, the owner of the town bar called out, drawing everyone’s attention. “Early numbers are in and this has been the most profitable gala we’ve ever had! And all to a great cause—Pets for Vets! Let’s give ourselves a round of applause!” The crowd clapped and Dorothea smiled, happy to hear how well it was all going.
“Now, we couldn’t done any of this without the work of our wonderful Festival Director, Dorothea Dimitrou, the owner of Mountain Brew!” The crowd was clapping again and Dorothea found herself blushing slightly as lots of faces turned towards hers. She didn’t do this for the spotlight. “Actually, Dorothea, why don’t you come up here and help us present the final check?”
She hadn’t planned on it, but the crowd was propelling her up, closer to the stage. Again, she was grateful for flats instead of heels, hoping not to trip in front of everyone. Dorothea smiled shyly when Clive gestured for her to stand next to him. “We have a special treat,” Clive announced, “Here to collect our check of $24,870 to Pets for Vets is someone who has personally benefitted from this organization and loves this town. Come on out!”
Dorothea looked to the side stage, wondering what exactly was happening. She hadn’t planned any of this. They were just going to send the check off to the organization. A familiar dog bounded up the steps of the stage, heading towards Doroteha. Jet? she thought, confused. What was he doing here? She had left him at home? The crowd was beginning to get louder now, with cheers echoing as someone followed Jet onto the stage. The lights were blinding and Dorothea couldn’t see the face that belonged to the man in uniform, but her heart was suddenly pounding in her chest as she was beginning to realize who this must be. Yet her brain couldn’t quite catch up. He wasn’t supposed to be home. Not for another couple of weeks. Not right now. Tears prickling the corner of her eyes, Dorothea’s hands flew to cover her mouth, attempting to cover her shock at seeing Krysto for the first time in person in months. He was home.
Christmas felt a little different this year. Dorothea would be spending it alone. Well, she had spent most of the past year alone, with the exception of Jet. This was a different kind of alone than previous years. Before, she had been used to being on her own—she expected it. But this year, Krysto was gone, called away to active duty. Dorothea had never expected to be a military girlfriend, yet here she was. And honestly, she wouldn’t change it. She loved Kyrsto, even when he was far away. When he told her he had been called up, she had been angry at first. He had served his time! Why should he have to go again and put himself in such danger? Of course, he had to go. If he didn’t, it would almost be a breach of his character. And of course Dorothea hadn’t put up much of a fight. She didn’t want him to feel guilty.
Still, she let him know that she missed and loved him every time they’d had a chance to talk over the past few months. Dorothea wanted him to know he had something and someone to come back to. Because she needed him. She felt that keenly every day that he was gone. Dorothea had never felt this way about anyone before, but Krysto had changed her.
She had been all right for much of the past few months, throwing herself into work and painting. She had Jet for company, which was a good motivator. Taking him for walks helped get her out of bed and going some days. However, now that the holiday season was approaching and he had said he wasn’t going to be able to come home, Dorothea found herself lost. However, rather than mope around she threw herself into full activity mode, volunteering to run the entire town Winterfest. Everyone always participated in Winterfest, anyone who owned shops serving food or bringing something to sell. It was the biggest town event of the year, drawing visitors from near and far. Dorothea’s coffee shop had always opened a little kiosk in the town square in addition to keeping their shop open extra hours during the festival, but for some reason this year she had decided to go all out and volunteer herself to run the entire event.
Perhaps she thought that it would keep her busy and keep her mind off missing Krysto and to some degree it did. However, she frequently found herself thinking he would enjoy helping her with certain aspects or that she wanted to tell him a ridiculous story about someone on the planning committee. It was hilarious some of the problems that they seemed to come up with. Overall, however, she found it to be a good use of her time, often falling into bed too tired to think of anything at night. It was a lot of work.
The work did not slow down as the start of the festival approached. There was still so much to do and the opening gala was just days away. Every year, the town came together to throw a magical party and fundraiser for a nonprofit of their choice. Since Dorothea was the director of the festival this year, she had chosen Pets for Vets as their organization, knowing it would make Krysto proud. Jet had been the best dog for him and Dorothea wanted other veterans to have the same opportunity to experience that kind of love and healing.
It was bound to be a great night. Everyone had donated something to be auctioned off and the ticket sales were at their highest. The only thing that was missing was Krysto. Dorothea had thought that she would be all right if there was plenty of work for her to do, but on the night of the gala, she found herself missing him more than ever. She pictured herself dancing with him, debating over which item to bid on, and just spending the evening by his side.
However, she spent the evening, running around, making sure everything was going well. She was wearing a black, slim fitting floor length gown, grateful that it hid her feet so that she could wear flats rather than uncomfortable heels. It would be nearly impossible for her to do everything in heels. Finally, all of the bidding had come to an end and the MC for the evening took to the stage. Dorothea took a moment to breathe, happy that everything seemed to have gone so well.
“Ladies and gentlemen, what a wonderful night!” Clive, the owner of the town bar called out, drawing everyone’s attention. “Early numbers are in and this has been the most profitable gala we’ve ever had! And all to a great cause—Pets for Vets! Let’s give ourselves a round of applause!” The crowd clapped and Dorothea smiled, happy to hear how well it was all going.
“Now, we couldn’t done any of this without the work of our wonderful Festival Director, Dorothea Dimitrou, the owner of Mountain Brew!” The crowd was clapping again and Dorothea found herself blushing slightly as lots of faces turned towards hers. She didn’t do this for the spotlight. “Actually, Dorothea, why don’t you come up here and help us present the final check?”
She hadn’t planned on it, but the crowd was propelling her up, closer to the stage. Again, she was grateful for flats instead of heels, hoping not to trip in front of everyone. Dorothea smiled shyly when Clive gestured for her to stand next to him. “We have a special treat,” Clive announced, “Here to collect our check of $24,870 to Pets for Vets is someone who has personally benefitted from this organization and loves this town. Come on out!”
Dorothea looked to the side stage, wondering what exactly was happening. She hadn’t planned any of this. They were just going to send the check off to the organization. A familiar dog bounded up the steps of the stage, heading towards Doroteha. Jet? she thought, confused. What was he doing here? She had left him at home? The crowd was beginning to get louder now, with cheers echoing as someone followed Jet onto the stage. The lights were blinding and Dorothea couldn’t see the face that belonged to the man in uniform, but her heart was suddenly pounding in her chest as she was beginning to realize who this must be. Yet her brain couldn’t quite catch up. He wasn’t supposed to be home. Not for another couple of weeks. Not right now. Tears prickling the corner of her eyes, Dorothea’s hands flew to cover her mouth, attempting to cover her shock at seeing Krysto for the first time in person in months. He was home.
