ALEX

TILL THE LOVE RUNS OUT

"Good morning," I yawn as I step out of the shower to find Edith there in the middle of her living room sorting gift baskets for the guests who show up to Elliot's wedding.

Edith looks up to see me standing there no longer wrapped in her bedsheets but instead in my very own clothes. She smirks and returns her attention to her task.

"Good morning sleeping beauty," she mumbles.

"When did all of this arrive," I question her remembering from the day before how little of a mess she had.

"My brother brought them in this morning, these gift baskets I literally volunteered myself to do until I realized that Elliot had a revenue of three hundred people," Edith sighs as she scratches her forehead.

I bob my head up and down and sink my hands to my hips. Who the hell knows three hundred people to invite to a wedding? I say nothing but instead, I walk up to her and grab myself an empty basket. I am itching to know what they are giving the guests.

"Aren't you guys fancy," I chuckle to myself as I see boxes on top of boxes of iPad minis and red wine.

Edith shrugs her shoulders. "Hey don't look at me, my brother purchased all of this. He even has his company helping out with the wedding."

I kneel to the floor where I find myself analyzing the way that Edith has the gift baskets arranged. I don't want to mess up her hard work. "Well, that's nice of Kit," I answer.

Edith says no more and continues on. Two hours later and a sore ass closer to calling it quits, I hear Edith laugh hysterically to herself. Yeah, trying to package three hundred gift baskets would work a number on me as well. Yet, we're only two hundred and ten baskets in and I can't seem to focus any longer myself.

"What's so funny," I giggle also, only because her laughter is so contagious.

Edith looks at me. "I just can't figure out how you managed to make a toga out of my bedsheets," she giggles to herself.

My cheeks feel flush all of a sudden as I look away from her shaking my head in embarrassment. "It was either your bedsheets or shower curtains, and must I say you've got some nice shower curtains," I smile.

Edith is now rolling on the floor agreeing with me that she has some fancy looking shower curtains. We share a few jokes about our many insecurities when it comes to finding the perfect garment and then...the room falls back to an awkward silence as we stare at each other again.

We are all out of baskets and the sad part about it is that we only had twenty more to finish. "Kit it passing by to take these ones away and he'll just bring us more baskets. Relax I guess," Edith shrugs her shoulders.

I think I've relaxed enough for a year, so instead, I stand to my feet and rummage through her fridge in order to cook us a nice meal. It's been a long morning. Not only that but I crashed over Edith's place on her couch, wearing her bedsheets. I think I've crossed the threshold here. I owe her that much, she didn't have to welcome me into her home.

"I'll be your light, your match, your burning sun. I'll be the bright and black that's making you run," Edith starts to dance as she turns the volume to her Bluetooth speaker up.

Yup, Edith has lost it today. She is not acting like herself but can I blame her? I am so used to seeing this woman bitter and angry when I'm around that seeing her content knowing that I'm here has just become disturbing.

"And I'll be doing this, if you ever doubt. Til the love runs out, 'til the love runs out," she sings even louder as I grab us some beef to cook.

Edith by now is jumping between gift baskets dancing in circles with her arms open wide in the air as she shakes her hips side to side.