Do You Remember?

Chapter Two

Ezra's POV-

I scroll through her instagram once more before clicking the power button on my phone and throwing it at the end of my old bed. I smile to myself thinking about what happened earlier in the day. She is looking good, wonderful actually. Will she always be that beautiful?

I lean against the headboard with my arms crossed behind my head thinking. I just spent the last two hours stalking her Facebook and creeping on her instagram. According to both, she is really happy.

She didn't lie about having a boyfriend but I keep seeing this one guy in all of her photos. It shouldn't matter in the slightest but for some reason, I'm happy that she is single. I wish she had someone to be there for her but she is doing just fine on her own. She's El.

I remove one arm from around my head and pick at a loose string on my pajama pants before resuming back to my old position. Since earlier, I haven't been able to stop smiling. I can't remember the last time I've felt this way. It honestly seems like forever.

My phone vibrates for what seems like the hundredth time since I got home. Knowing it's Anya, I choose to ignore it and move to lay down.

Eleanor.

Honestly, it looks as though she hasn't changed at all. Her hair is still the same blonde that reaches her waist line. Her eyes still have that same blue-grey tint. It's only when I really focused on her that I realized her face and body has matured.

I remember right before senior year, she had her wisdom teeth removed and her already chubby cheeks were swollen for a week. She got so mad at me when I'd poke and prod at them and make jokes. Of course she got her revenge when I had my braces removed right before senior portraits.

Wow. She looks really good and it seems like she got everything she ever wanted. Living in New Orleans, working in Business, and traveling..

I wish the same could be said for me. I've been stressing about asking Anya to marry me and even still, I have no idea what to do. My parents have been hounding me about children. They don't particularly care for Anya but my father told me to do whatever makes me happy as long as I do what is expected.

Some times I'll leave in the middle of the night back in Seattle and find myself laying on a rooftop at one of my buddies hotels. It's the only time I get to think. Everything is so stressful nowadays that I don't realize what is actually going on.

It's funny how things change. After high school graduation, I was stress and worry free. I felt so sure in the decisions I made. I was happy. Now, it's like I don't make any decisions for myself. I don't have any free time. I wake up, go to work, come home tired, cook dinner, and sleep.

I could blame it all on being a cardiothoracic surgeon but I know it's not that. Maybe I do it to myself. I know one thing that I am sure of though, and it's that I lied to Eleanor today.

I'm not doing great. I'm not doing good. It is sad that today was the first time I have felt like I could actually breathe.

I need to thank my mother for being lonely and demanding that I take my vacation to come home.

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Eleanor's POV-

The ride home yesterday was filled with teeth showing smiles up until I walked into my mother's front door. My smile immediately vanished and I was shoved back into reality. My brother and my sister were screaming in each other's faces while my mom sat on the sofa, staring at the wall.

My brother, Elijah, came home for a few days while on his way to Florida and he noticed a few changes within my mom. When he got here, he was telling my mom about his boyfriend of almost five months and my mom claimed she didn't know he had a boyfriend or that he was even in a relationship. Elijah's told her about him countless times before but she swore up and down that she wasn't aware.