«Our Shot» [Lams]

[Eliza]

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//Alexander//

"And that ends our lesson for today. Remember the history paper is due in three weeks." The professor spoke in a monotone and uninterested voice.

Everyone stood up in their seats, gathering papers and other things they had left sprawled in front of them. I grabbed all of my things and rushed to the door as fast as possible.

Brushing past a bunch of kids eager to leave the classroom, I fastened the straps of my backpack. I was swamped with a ton of essays due from one to three weeks, holding about ten papers and five books in each of my hands. Eliza was waiting for me at a coffee shop, but I had to cancel my plans with her. I knew she was going to be pissed at me for it but, work is work right?

//Eliza//

I was waiting anxiously for Alexander, that boy can be so difficult sometimes. I looked out the glass pane that I sat next to, the sun shone right through and dripped down the wooden counter to my feet. The sweet scent of caffeine and puff pastries lingered in the air, making everything warm and comforting. The sky was crystal clear, and I saw multiple birds flying around and searching for scraps of food on the pavement. Today was beautiful, definitely not a day to stay inside.

That applies to everyone, but Alex. He always worked, and worked, always staying inside. We barely spent time together anymore. I felt like we were drifting apart slowly, so I invited him over to the cozy little coffee shop across from our university.

I kept checking the time, it was now five and I still haven't heard from him.

"Alexander..." I mumbled to myself, sighing helplessly.

It's been weeks on weeks. I understood he was always busy, but the guy was always working. Always giving in papers and homework was was due like, three months ahead. I've constantly tried getting him to take at least one day off, but he always declined. No matter what.

I looked at my phone and decided to text him, but before I could he instead texted me.

It read, "I'm sorry, love, had to cancel last minute. Maybe next time?"

I groaned softly and ran a hand through my hair. I texted back, "Okay."  He read it but didn't answer. Always working, never has time for friends, family or even me.

Could things get any worse?