Oblivious

49 // Crust of the earth

Cingulomania
(n.) a strong desire to hold a person in your arms

-Elijah-

"What's got you in a such a grump?" Dalton flicks through some shirts on the rack in front of us.

"I miss Daze." I grumble, pulling him away from the men's section and onto the women's.

Elora thinks Dalton and me shopping for her birthday is just a ploy to get him here the same time Isla is going to be here. And it is. But I do actually need to get her a birthday present.

"You saw her yesterday." He argues, picking out the ugliest top, making a face and putting it back.

"That's ages ago." I shuffle through the rack, pulling out the dress she was admiring but didn't get last week we were here.

Dalton nods approvingly over my shoulder, taps my head sympathetically. "You're unhealthily attached."

Tell me about it. There's not a second that goes by where she doesn't cross my mind. She never leaves it. Every thought that filters through is somehow linked to her.

Walking down the street? I should get her some flowers. See something weird? Elora would laugh at that. Making pasta at 3 in the morning? I wish she were here to make it with me.

I think I'm obsessed.

The only reason ditched Dalton and gone to hers yet is because I know she's going to be here soon. I wish she would hurry up though.

Rolling my eyes I make my way to the counter, paying for the dress. Exiting the shop I pull Dalton away from the sports shop and into the bookstore.

Standing in front of the bookshelf I start to feel a little overwhelmed. There's loads of different books here and I'm not quite sure which she would like.

Should I just get one of each? Or is that too much?

My eyes drift and wonder, landing on the bottom corner. And I'm diving for the book before the person next to it can.

The lady scowls at me, watching as I take the last two copies. I offer a sarcastic smile in return, moving to find Dalton looking at the dinosaur books.

"You're getting two?" He questions, picking up a book for himself.

I only hum at him, moving towards the counter.

I'm getting Elora two copies of the same book. One to read through myself and annotate for her.
And the other to give to her blank, just incase she doesn't appreciate my commentary.

Exiting the bookstore a grin automatically takes over my face when I spot her walking into the food court.

I push the bag into Daltons hands, knowing if I took it over there myself I'd crumble and give them to her now. Rushing over I wrap my arms around her waist, lift her off the ground, spinning her around. Loving the squeal that escapes her lips.

Elora turns when I settle her back on the ground. Tries to glare but it does little to deter my growing smile. "Elijah," she hits my chest. "You scared me."