Fallen From Grace (#Wattys2017)

Chapter XXVII (Part#2)

And you're always there to lend a hand
In everything I do,
That's the wonder,
The wonder of you.
And when you smile the world is brighter,
You touch my hand and I'm a king.
Your kiss to me is worth a fortune,
Your love for me is everything.

The sound of Elvis drifted through the small apartment as it was eerily silent, save for the King of Pop. The bedroom was vacant of anyone's presence and so was the kitchen. It almost seemed like the song was being sung to the apartment and it's furniture. But that would have been absurd. No, Eleanora lay curled on the couch, her slender form drowned by Apollyon's leather jacket that she wore with the sound of Elvis drifting around her.

It was New Year's Eve, and the countdown would be beginning in 9 hours.

They say that you should always start New Years with a clean slate, but Eleanora realised that the slate shouldn't be too clean. Otherwise things happen.

Letting out a shuddered breath, Eleanora pushed herself off the couch, rubbing her hands over her face as she sat drowned in the warmth of the leather jacket. Stepping into the bedroom, she made her way over to her washroom as she washed her face, blinking at her reflection in the mirror. Stepping back onto the lounge, she longingly glanced at her phone on the coffee table, but she knew that it was a futile attempt.

Just like the other 34 times she had already tried.

Sniffling, Eleanora thought of happy memories as she made her way into the kitchen, pattering her way across the threshold. Opening the fridge, she took out the ingredients as a distant memory hit her. One before she found out she was dying. One in which everything was alright.

Eleanora patterned into the kitchen, wearing an overly large sweatshirt with her pyjama bottoms as she was greeted by the sight of Apollyon Masters making breakfast in front of her stove.

"Well...who knew the Devil could cook?" Eleanora teased as she leaned against the doorway.

"Who knew that the White-haired Canadian girls were dumb?" Apollyon retorted with a smirk as Eleanora hadn't expected a response. Grunting at his response, she made her way to stand beside him as she peered at the egg scrambling in the pan. Grabbing a spoon from beside the stove, Apollyon scooped some of the egg onto it as he held it in front of her, urging her to take the bite. Opening her mouth, Eleanora chewed at the egg as she occasionally fanned her mouth due to it being hot.

"Well?" Apollyon urged like a little kid. "How is it?"

"Ugh..." She shrugged as she grabbed the spoon from his hand, not bothering to acknowledge the disappointed look on his face. "It's disgusting."

Taking another spoonful, Eleanora shoved it into her mouth as Apollyon was muttering to himself about something, so lost in thought that he didn't notice Eleanora eating away at his hard work. With a snap of his finger, he came back to reality as he grabbed something from the cabinet above him, turning his attention down at the stove, but his eyebrows knitted together in confusion at how the eggs were less than he had originally started.

Hearing a giggle from beside him, he snapped his attention in the direction as he saw Eleanora giggling as she chewed away at her bite.

"You said it was disgusting!" He accused with narrowed eyes.

"I didn't want it to go to waste." She shrugged innocently as his eyes continued to narrow in suspicion before widening as she grinned back at him.