Between the lines • a between us sequel (Ellie Williams x female oc)

𝟓 • 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌

𝙖/𝙣 hiiii sorry this chapter is late it's like twice as along bc I do be yappin😩

Ellie

Perspective is everything.

From the outside, I had it all figured out- to my coworkers, friends, and my old man back home, I was on the right path to success.
From the tailored pant suits, new car, and a modest sized house in a well respected neighborhood, but it's just perspective.

I don't necessarily hate my job, but it wasn't what I was hoping for.
Every once in a while I get a group of kids that really seemed to care, passionate about the things I'd preach, but some of them couldn't care less even if they tried.

I guess that's always a gamble when you teach at a private university full of stuck up rich kids.

But lately, I've been thinking about perspective more.
I thought if I could get people to believe it enough, everything would fall into place- my career, relationship, happiness, but it's been almost three years, and I've never felt more empty.
And I'm sure being a slave to your job and feeling like you're a prisoner in your own home could be to blame, but also, I can't rely on the drugs anymore for a temporary escape.

I was at my desk, classroom empty for the time being, and grading some extra papers to get ahead. What better time to think about your life's greatest failures?

I always found myself stuck in this routine. When it was quiet, and no distractions to keep my mind occupied, I thought about the past.

And most of that consisted of Skyler.

Up until recently, I thought I had to forget.

I didn't know how to cope without her in my life, so I tried brainwashing myself into believing she never existed- that she was only a fragment of my imagination and my brain's fucked up way of coping with the emptiness and how lonely I felt during those years.
And I thought I was getting better at it when the dreams- more like memories started to become less frequent, but they never fully stopped. Each time her face flooded my subconscious, I was back at square one, relapsing all over again.

No matter how great the guilt felt when I walked into that strip club, I'd do it dozen times over just to watch her from afar.

Sky

My fingers were curled around my palms, heart racing watching Abby where she stood- her feet shoulders length apart, hands firmly gripping the club, and her eyes focused on the distance between the golf ball at her feet, and the hole about 10 feet ahead.

It all came down to this, and she knew it, her competitive nature making it all the more dramatic.

She teases, lifting club head, and swinging backwards, doing it a couple of times with different momentums but never hitting the ball, testing which felt the most right to her.

I wanted to roll my eyes, I mean, seeing a women such as herself, a DOCTOR nonetheless, surrounded by caricatures of animals set up in a silly obstacle, it was kind of hard to take any of it seriously.
But she took it seriously, and I found it endearing.

Her arms raised, vein protruding on the back of her bicep, and she finally swings, sending the ball down its path.

I held my breath, both of us watching the stupid little ball, and I could've swore I heard her gasp as it just barely clips the side of the tunnel it was traveling through.

It emerges from the other side, and I lean forward to be absolutely sure I am seeing it right- It misses, and I start to celebrate, but it isn't over.
It loses momentum as it rolls to the edge, falling backward, and teeters on the rim of the hole, finally falling into it.