Author: berrybloomsims

It wasn’t until beer number seven when the phone finally rang in my pocket that it finally had hit me. I knew what kind of a job you had. That every day you walked out that door there was a chance that you may never come back. I knew that, but still, I never thought it could happen to us.

What a lie I was living.

I answered the phone, dread tingling in my spine, to hear the words I hoped I would never hear. You had been shot pursuing an armed robber on foot.

I remember thinking then–begging to Berry–”Please let him be alive” It didn’t matter how bad it was as long as you were alive.

Now? I wonder if it would have been easier if you had died that day.

The longer I sat there, the more I drank.

The more I drank, the more bitter I became.

By the third bottle of cheap beer, I was livid. How could you not be here?

By the fifth, I was a mess, crying on the table not caring that everyone in the place was looking at me like I had lost my mind. I had always known you were too good to be true. How could someone like you, who is so bright and full of sunshine, ever fall for a gloomy little rain cloud like me?

Maybe you had finally realized you were too good for me.

You were never late.

It didn’t matter what case you were on, what happened on the job; when it was date night, you were never late. That was one of the things that I loved most about you. I always came before anything else.

But that should have been the first sign that something was amiss.

I sat at that table at the rundown Korean Barbeque place that you loved so much never doubting for a second that you would walk through that door at any moment.

“So you keep telling me,” Avarice spoke into his glass as he took a long drink of scotch, sitting in his favorite leather chair. “but here we are, talking business. I would like you to meet my associate, Valerian Nova.”

“I’ve heard so much about you,” Valerian extended his hand to Phlox. 

New money, Phlox thought as he shook his hand, he could tell from the suit from the current “in” designer and the way he combed his hair in an attempt to make him look older and more experienced than he was. What really gave him away was the air around him. He didn’t exude the same type of confidence that a man that grew up in this world such as Avarice did. “Pleasure to me you.”

“Valerian here,” Avarice motioned his glass in Valerian’s direction to accentuate his point, “is going to change how the world exchanges information.“

“You speak too highly of me. There are still many kinks to work out.”

“Isn’t she a beauty?” Avarice said he poured himself a tall drink, “you can smell the oak barrels she was* aged in at first pop of the bottle. Oak, Phlox. That’s how you know you’ve got a good scotch. Sure you won’t have a drink?”

“I’m afraid I don’t drink, Avarice,” Phlox replied meekly. He could smell the dust coming off of the old books in the room. It was filled with everything that you would expect a man like Avarice to have; dark woods and expensive antique papeweights. Things that Phlox himself never understood the appeal of.

“What kind of a businessman doesn’t drink?” Avarice scoffed.

“That’s the problem,” Phlox chuckled a little as he spoke,  “you keep mistaking me for a businessman.”

Puberty Tag

I was tagged by the lovely @viper-fish for this! I figured since I started gen 0 when they were all in the early-mid 20s, that I might as well uses these guys for the tag!!! 

AHHH. That picture??? OF KIKU AND MOONFLOWER?? I am just living for them. I may go back and do a High School 4-5 post story just with them because I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

I am going to tag @lazarish @frost-rainbowcy @simmeasurable @tainoodles @bluupxels @moonrabbitstories and @sweetlysimss to do this tag!! 😀