act three; two.
Eli graciously took
Thales hand into
her own,
shaking a little bit
at the pair's hands
touching.
"Are you
going to tell
me where we
are going?"
"Eli, my darling,
we are going
to the place
where all
problems are forgotten."
"Where would
that be, Madam?"
"The
Empire
State
Building."
Eli smiled slightly,
realizing what Thales
was getting at.
"Is this going
to be a movie
moment?
Are you going
to hold up a
boom box and
let me listen to 'Young Blood' by Bea Miller so that I feel happy and young as I sit at the top?"
"Haha, really Eli?
Do you think
that I am that cheesy?"
"Yes.
Very much so,
I do think that."
"Why, would that be?"
"You call me 'my darling',
you paid for
my frozen yogurt
under some fake
dating 101 rule,
and,
you always insist
on holding my hand."
"How is any of that cheesy?"
"Oh,
and there is
the fact that
you approached me,
on the train tracks,
even though I
could've
been a rapist,
or a kidnapper."
"Hey,
ladies protocol,
we don't leave
another woman
in need."
Eli smiled and shook her head, feeling relaxed for the first time in forever.
"Can we just
go already, my darling?!
I am getting
quite bored.
Although,
you do have
a lovely smile."
"Alright, let's go."
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Playlist. ⏭ original. #freetheLGBT
General FictionEli Grayson was left with two things when her girlfriend killed herself. 1. A note. 2. A playlist. The note just says goodbye, and is released to the world. But, the playlist explains why, and is only to be listened to by Eli. ----- amazing cove...
