Cheer Up Baby | Elijah Hewson

Chapter 28. Strange

Silence.

Silence is what carried the room for a solid ten minutes.

She sat at one end of the kitchen table while he sat at the other end. Neither of them looked at each other.

He felt ashamed while she felt sad.

She could see him out of the corner of her eye, and it sent shivers down her spine.

She couldn't build up the courage to look at him, never mind speaking to him.

The first person to break the barriers was Elijah. He didn't speak. He just took her presence in while she fiddled with her hands in her lap, staring down at them as she was fighting the urge to cry out his name.

You love many people in your own lifetime, whether that's a friend, family member, girlfriend of boyfriend, who knows.....but true love, there's only ever one true love for each and every person on this planet, and right now, Elijah was staring at his.

He may not have known it right then and there, but he was.

"You, umm, your hou- house is beautiful." He stuttered, not really knowing what to say first and that being the only thing that came out.

"I've been putting a lot of effort into it, so I'd like to think that it's beautiful." She replied.

Another round of silence.

This time, Rebecca stared at him. Oh god, was he beautiful. Everything about him was any girls dream. His denim jeans, black button up shirt with white polka dots that she knew all too well, and a navy suit jacket, the outfit was just so him, and that just made her heart do flips.

She took a deep breath when she noticed his hair. It was just a perfect mess, the way she loved it, but there was something different about it. It wasn't the same soft brown shade that she was so used to.

"Did you dye your hair?" She asked him abruptly.

"Yeah, well, no. I didn't do it myself. Someone else did it for me as a laugh, I guess." He shrugged, running his fingers through his hair.

"Do you like it? Do you like the change?" She asked further.

"Yes and no. It feels weird, and my hair feels so fucking crusty." He joked, making Rebecca let out a small laugh.

His ears and heart perked up at the sweet sound that was slowly starting to become a distant memory for him.

"That's why I started getting my hair dyed professionally. It was getting so dried out and I definitely wasn't doing it right because-"

"Because you couldn't get rid of the little blonde streaks at the back." He finished her sentence, the eye contact between them now strong. She would say that to him constantly every morning when she was getting ready, pissed off at how bad of job she'd done with the back of her head.

They just looked into each others eyes, the place so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

It was like the whole world stopped to hear their interaction, that's how quiet it was.

"I missed your laugh." He whispered, the two of them still holding eye contact and not breaking it once during the on going conversation.

"I missed all of you, Elijah. Every single bit of you, I've missed."

"Rebecca?"

"Yes?"

"I came here, to tell you what you deserve to hear, and that's an apology."