You'd never know that Erin Gilbert was the ultimate dreamer. She had cultivated her Fantasy Face into an expression that closely resembled the one she wore when solving a particularly difficult equation. So no one knew that she wanted to dance Swan Lake. Or cook with as much flourish as Julia Child. Or spank someone. (Kink!Fic, don't read if that isn't yo thang! :) ) Erin/Jillian

Erin isn't sure how she lived with herself all of that time— how she justified ditching the one person who had allowed her to truly be herself. And now she has Abby and then some. Or how Erin gets some closure in her friendship with Abby.