・✦・┈┈・✧・┈┈・✦ 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊
→𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗱
-current Alex !
-The Car era !
・✧ ⁺ ⊹ What Elaine and Alex thought would only be a fake relationship, becomes much more than th...
𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 near the window and stared at the buildings. Somehow, they all had a special way of reminding me of Alex. Maybe I was unconsciously thinking of him because of everything.
It was ridiculous, outrageous, and any other word that fell into the same category. And the worst part was that I had no clue where he was.
Part of me didn't even want to be reminded of him. But the other part would have like to know details of his whereabouts. If I did, then maybe I could be in peace.
But it was a constant thing for Alex to leave without explanation. I shouldn't expect anything different. My foot tapped and tapped until I had to switch to my other foot and keep going.
The phone didn't ring. The door didn't emit the sound of keys rattling inside the keyhole. His suitcase remained untouched and in the same half-messy, half-organized state he'd left it in.
I wanted to exit the room and ran in his direction. To tell him that I forgave him. But I knew my courage wasn't enough. I'd need tolerance and patience to hear him and his explanation
Time passed like it was borrowed. Nothing but my positions changed. One moment I was sitting down and the other I was pacing back and forth.
I have no recollection of when I dozed off.
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
I woke up to a growing stomach, a sour taste of guilt clogging my throat, and a message from Nick to come downstairs for breakfast.
I removed the dress from yesterday and replaced it with a white top and some leggings. I went down the stairs, mentally preparing myself to see Alex in this awkward stage we were in.
But to my surprise, only three people sat at the table. I sighed with relief and sat down carelessly.
"Good morning" I pursed my lips and felt their eyes on me instantly. They all looked like they had stepped out of the cover of a magazine. Meanwhile I looked like I had crawled out of a dumpster. With my heavy bad under my eyes and the redness as a product of crying myself to sleep.
"Morning. Somebody had quite a night" Jamie snorted, looking at me.
"Don't even remind me" I groaned painfully and served myself some orange juice.
