Lost | Elektra and Liam | The Dumping Ground

Ten

Before

It was hopeless. Sleeping was pointless when Liam knew he'd just wake up thinking about Elektra. And Natasha. Something about what she had said, about not giving up on Elektra. It was true.

In his heart, he knew that his love for Elektra exceeded any other kind of ordinary love. He had been crazy about her for so long and now everything was different. She had been his first love, someone who he couldn't just forget about. And now something had brought them together, fate or whatever, and she had just walked away?

A few miles away in another apartment, a square of light burst forth from an unsuspecting window, like an advent calendar revealing its secrets. Elektra stood by the window with a mug of hot chocolate, staring out into the city below her, letting herself become absorbed in the ecstasy of traffic lights and romantic streetlamps.

She had felt it. The second they had locked eyes, she could feel herself falling for him all over again. Small quirks about him that she didn't realise she had buried, suddenly flashed bright and vivid in her mind, the way he kept smiling whenever he'd pulled off another trick on her, how his ears turned red when he was lying, how whenever they were alone they suddenly turned awkward, avoiding each other's gazes because they couldn't bring themselves to admit how much they really liked each other.

She breathed out sadly, trying to not cry. She loved him, from the very moment she'd pushed him over the pool table, she knew deep down he wasn't like everyone else. The way they connected, even whilst they were fighting, it was easy to be herself when she was around him. He was like her breath of fresh air and yet at the same time her love for him was so intoxicating, so difficult to fight.

She could see that now. And she'd let him go.

Why?

Because that was another era. Another time, that she should have cherished but here she was. Broken and blind. Blind to herself. She'd never realised but without him, without the DG, she'd become vacant and empty. Her spirit had disintegrated. She was lost.

Now

Elektra stood by her window, reminiscing. Was she crazy? Her feelings for Liam had been unchanged since that sleepless night in London. The night that changed everything. Yet, so much had happened, so many reasons for finally moving on, but she hadn't. She loved him but he had hurt her.

There could be no forgiveness.

A light rap came at her door.

"Breakfast," May-Li chimed simply, before opening the door. Elektra turned towards her faintly not wanting to draw away from the window.

May-Li sat down on her bed and placed the tray to her left.

"A problem shared is a problem halved?" May-Li offered as Elektra finally sat down on her bed and tucked into her breakfast. Her mouth felt dry and she gave up trying to speak.

"It's Liam, isn't it?"

Elektra almost choked on her toast.

"It's alright, no one else seems to notice it. But you avoid him like the plague whenever he comes over. And now he's stopped coming here."

Elektra sighed in defeat. Care workers really did notice a lot more than they let on.

"If you like him you should just tell him... I'm sure he likes you, and what's the worst that can happen?"

"It's not that simple," Elektra stated turning to May-Li, "I would tell him if I could but..."

"But?"