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She missed tropical paradise. She missed the idea of cabana boys and tropical drinks with umbrellas and not freezing completely every time you stepped outside.
Actually, no, strike that.
What Addison Montgomery missed the most was some vague notion of sanity. Not only had she toughed it out on the weird Island of Intrigue, Mystery, and Bad Jokes, but she had made it through a therapy session with a singer-actress celebrity lookalike in which she'd had to spill all the beans about how she'd been dumped, cheated on, dumped, and dumped again. The trail of Addison's past was littered with the poor corpses of healthy relationships.
She was freezing. She was freezing and she was going to find her way to the Compound for soup, tea, and warmth. Possibly not in that order, but she would get it and ignore all the recent dives her life was taking, as if shoving her off the edge of a mountain. The only problem with going to the Compound was seeing the vast changes again, which reminded her of Christmas. It had been such a good holiday too, before. Before, when they were Addison and Derek. Now, she was just Addison and Christmas was the harbinger of ill, lonely times and the part where she woke up in the morning, barren and alone and dumped.
The last straw, the very last came when she was standing in the open doorway and staring up in misery.
There was mistletoe. "Keep smiling," she advised under her breath to the weed. "I'll win the war."
Actually, no, strike that.
What Addison Montgomery missed the most was some vague notion of sanity. Not only had she toughed it out on the weird Island of Intrigue, Mystery, and Bad Jokes, but she had made it through a therapy session with a singer-actress celebrity lookalike in which she'd had to spill all the beans about how she'd been dumped, cheated on, dumped, and dumped again. The trail of Addison's past was littered with the poor corpses of healthy relationships.
She was freezing. She was freezing and she was going to find her way to the Compound for soup, tea, and warmth. Possibly not in that order, but she would get it and ignore all the recent dives her life was taking, as if shoving her off the edge of a mountain. The only problem with going to the Compound was seeing the vast changes again, which reminded her of Christmas. It had been such a good holiday too, before. Before, when they were Addison and Derek. Now, she was just Addison and Christmas was the harbinger of ill, lonely times and the part where she woke up in the morning, barren and alone and dumped.
The last straw, the very last came when she was standing in the open doorway and staring up in misery.
There was mistletoe. "Keep smiling," she advised under her breath to the weed. "I'll win the war."