Mr. Write [COMPLETED]

The Final Vow

The gentle summer sea breeze, drifting into the hotel room from the harbor, did nothing to stop Elliot's pacing. The afternoon light glistened off the water, but she didn't see it. Seagulls lazily rode the wind, their untroubled thoughts a vast contrast to the hurricane taking place in Elliot's head.

Back and forth she walked. The chiffon layers of her white dress twirled around her legs as she spun and walked in the opposite direction. Her silver flats made brush patterns in the floor, pushing the carpet one way and the next. She paced with one hand on her hip, the other trying desperately not to ruin her perfect hairdo.

"This was a terrible idea!" she said, to an empty room. She spun, her gaze unfocused. "This is possibly the worst decision I've ever made! And that includes purple pants three years too early."

When she turned again, she let out a frustrated breath and stared up at the ceiling.

"I should call it all off! That's what I'll do!"

The hotel door opened and Cece walked in. She was dressed in a simple light blue dress that stopped right above her knees, like Elliot's. Crossing her arms, she looked at Elliot, with mild interest. The door swung shut behind her.

"What's going on?" she asked.

Elliot looked at her as she continued to wear away at the carpet.

"What does it look like I'm having a break down!" she said.

Cece cocked her head, not at all fazed. "Really?"

"Yes, Cece!" Elliot shouted, waving her hands. "I'm pacing, waving my hands and talking to myself. I thought it would be clear."

"I just thought you had to go to the bathroom and someone was in there."

Elliot shot her a glare. Cece dropped into an arm chair, her legs dangling over the armrest.

"I'm serious about this," Elliot said.

She spun and continued her stampede of the beige floor. Cece rested her head on her fist.

"Do you want me to offer advice or is this you just ranting as usual?"

Elliot waved a hand towards her. "Yes! Any support would be great."

"It's fine. That sucks."

Elliot scowled at her. "You copied and pasted those from our last talk, didn't you?"

"Might of."

"How is that all you've got!?" Elliot's pace never faltered. "I walked you through your debacle with Milo, at least you could look sympathetic."

"So I would just be repeating you. So I really don't understand why you are freaking out."

"I didn't write my vows!"

"What?"

Elliot looked at her sister and saw only the slightest look of surprise. Her steps seem to quicken as her panic steadily increased.

"I didn't write them," she repeated. "Maybe this is a sign that I don't actually love Beck." 

"Do you love Beck?" Cece asked.

"Yes!"

Cece shrugged and ran a hand through her hair, tousling it.

"Then I don't see the problem."

Elliot waved her hands wildly. "I didn't write my vows!"

Cece gave a slow nod. "Yes, we covered that all ready."