Heartbreak

4 | Elpis

iv.

Elpis:

The spirit of hope

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Soundtrack:

Slip – Elliot Moss
Slacks – St. South
Arcadia – The Kite String Tangle
Even If – The Erised
Undone – Phoria
Detune – Kaleida
Dark – Siv Jakobsen (Martin Hviid Remix)
Painting Greys – Emmit Fenn

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Samira flew down the stairs of her house, picking up clothes that were scattered on the steps. She followed the trail of dirty laundry all the way to the living room, where she separated the offensive fabrics, making sure she had found all the makings of two outfits.

"Dress, bra, panties," she muttered, quickly folding her clothes and placing them in a neat pile.

"Shirt, slacks, boxers are upstairs, sock... Oh, fuck, where's the other sock," Samira ran her hands through her hair, looking around quickly for the last piece of clothing that was hiding from her.

Samira's pet Labrador, Lucky, suddenly ran into the room, chewing on one of his toys.

She glanced at him, then set back on her task, moving through the room and into the next, searching for the sock. Hearing a growl behind her, Samira turned to find Lucky with his paws on the sofa, his nose digging into the pile of clothes next to hers.

"Lucky! Get away from that!"

The puppy turned upon hearing her angry voice. He dropped the clothes from his mouth and ran out of the room, presumably to hide in the kitchen cupboard, his favorite spot to sneak into when Samira chastised him.

Samira rolled her eyes and walked over to the sofa, plopping down and fixing the mess Lucky made of the clothes. "Shirt, slacks, boxers are upstairs, sock... sock," Samira stared dumbfounded at the missing sock, sitting innocently on the sofa. She went to grab it and found it completely saturated by slobber, "Oh, what the hell, Lucky!" Samira yelled out at her pup before standing and grabbing the two piles of clothes.

She hurried up the stairs, grumbling to herself as she deposited her neatly folded pile in the laundry room and took the other crudely bundled up clothes into her bedroom.

Samira flung the door open, completely disregarding her noise levels. Her gaze fell on the body in her bed and her nose crinkled in distaste.

He was lying on her bed, face down. One hand was tucked beneath the pillow, bracing it upwards. The other was extended towards the empty space beside him – and an hour ago it was curled around Samira's sleeping body.

The tangled sheets were covering his lower body, the covers slung haphazardly over him. His muscled back was on full display, gently rising and lowering with his breaths.

Sure he was attractive, with his deep blue eyes and striking jawline, and those muscles, oh god, those muscles – Samira shook her head, scowling at the unbidden images from last night that floated through her mind. But he snored and his body felt like a furnace.

Samira walked over and shook the man's shoulder, attempting to rouse him from his slumber.

"Hey, you," she felt a pang of agitation as she realized that she either couldn't remember his name, or she didn't even get it. "Get up, it's time for you to go."