These Are The Days Of Our Lives

Cry Me A River

Honestly love this one sm - hope you agree BethEgan0 aka my amazing co-writer! Also, not that any of you need to know this, but I cried writing this one. I'm an emotional wreck, I know XD

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Evie's POV

I hated my life.

Well to be honest, that's a complete lie. I just hated that particular day in my life.

I'd been alone all afternoon; James had a gig an hour's drive away and had left that morning, Beth - understandably - had gone with him for moral support, and as for Ed, he had a podcast appearance he'd had in the calendar for weeks that he couldn't back out of.

"Are you sure you'll be alright on your own?" He'd asked as he was leaving early that afternoon. "You can come with me, you know."

"Yes, of course I will." I assured him. "You go on and have a good time. I'll be fine."

"Well, if you insist." He said, playfully rolling his eyes. "I'll be back by late afternoon anyway, probably earlier."

"You take as long as you need." I promised, kissing him gently. "Whatever the premise requires."

Ed knew full well why I brought up the premise - he'd hosted Off Menu for long enough. With this in mind, he left with only the slightest air of hesitancy as he got into the car and drove away. This left me completely alone in the house, a whole host of things I could do with my afternoon flooding to my brain.

But that initial excitement didn't last long.

About an hour and a half later, as I tuned into a documentary about The Beach Boys on Disney+ I'd been meaning to watch, there was a knock on the door. I was genuinely curious as to who it could be; as far as I knew we weren't expecting anyone that day.

I opened the door slowly, my eyes widening at the sight before me. It was my mum.

"Hello, sweetheart." She said with a smile, bringing me into a hug.

"Hey, mum." I mumbled, wrapping my arms around her and desperately hoping she wouldn't be there too long.

She hurried in, noting Ed's absence almost instantly. "Where's Ed?"

It was no wonder she'd noticed; Ed always made the effort to greet her, wether it was by rushing to take her hand and ask her how she'd been, or from elsewhere - it was normally from in the kitchen making a snack, considering his foodie tendencies.

"He's out recording a podcast." I simply said.

"Ah, right." She said, sitting on one of the sofa arms. "Comedy duties call, do they?"

She said it in such a patronising fashion that I felt myself growing a little ashamed.

"Yes." I chuckled, though it was masking frustration. "And Beth and James are out at one of his gigs."

"So you've still not made an effort to move out, have you?" She asked, making my heart pang with even more shame.

"We like living together, mum." I defended, my eyes trying to find a distraction in the form of the television. "It works for us."

"It's not like Ed isn't providing the money to get a decent house somewhere." She said, noticing my focus on her waning. "For goodness sake, stop being so obsessed with that bloody TV!"

She grabbed the remote and turned it off in a similar fashion to that of my youth, an event normally caused by me not finishing my tea in good time. I now understand why - slow eaters are one of my great many pet peeves - and I became a fast eater after those early years, as well as a good multitasker when it came to my meals. This was a quality which certainly helped after I met Ed, who the three of us affectionately called "the human compost bin".