Trudeau

Dramatic Exits and Diamonds

Speak Easy - Mansionair

-- Two days later --

I take a deep breath as I go into the ornate building where he is working right now. I ended up not being able to turn in my badge early until the security guards came back, which incidentally is the same day as Justin gets back.

"Hi, I'm just here to collect my stuff and turn in my badge." I say sadly as the security guard nods and lets me through.

I trudge up the stairs as my heartbeat encompasses my ears. My stomach drops as I hear his voice. I feel my body become hot, and not a comfortable heat, a suffocating heat. I try to quietly make my way to my office, but fate would not have it that way. As I turn to go into my office, Justin is coming out of Telford's office. I feel the air escape my lungs. We look at each other in silence. His ocean blue eyes draw me in, all my emotions begin to stir. Butterflies form in my stomach. I remember how my fingers felt running through his hair. How his skin felt in the dark, the curve of his back. The warmth of his body.

"Eliza..." Justin begins after an eternity of silence.

"No, not here." my voice cracks as the lump in my throat grows. You can't talk to him. You can't resist him.

"My office?" He suggests, his normally crisp voice is muddy and unclear.

Don't do it. I think. "Sure." I nod and fold my arms as we walk to his office. When he opens the door it feels...unfamiliar. I feel so out of place now. I sit on the couch where everything started. Justin sits across from me.

"Why'd you have to leave without saying anything?" Justin comes right out and says it.

I feel my chest tighten as I look into his eyes, "Um," I pause, "I couldn't tell you goodbye. It would hurt too much. It would mean it was really over. I don't want that, but that is what needs to happen." My vision goes a little blurry. "I love you. I still do. I always will. That's why I did what I did. That's why I'm doing what I'm doing."

Justin rubs his temples, "You can't quit. Don't quit because of me. You have a place in government. This is where you should be." Justin begs.

"Stop. You read the article I'm not qualified. If you really take the time to think about it, you will see that. Justin, this isn't okay. What we are doing isn't okay. I've already told Sophie." I mumble.

Justin looks up at me, "Did Sophie not tell you?"

I knit my eyebrows together, "What?"

"We're splitting up. It's officially over. She's relocating to the house we used to rent while I was an MP." Justin says in a hush tone, his clear eyes seem hopeful and optimistic.

"Ba-Justin, that doesn't change anything. That just fucks you up for when you run again." I throw my hands up in frustration. After everything, he still manages to screw himself over.

He gets out of his desk chair and moves to the front of his desk where he leans against it, facing me. We're just feet apart. The only thing I can hear is my heartbeat. I see his mouth moving, but only faintly hear the words.

"It needed to happen," One of the sentences I hear clearly, "She wasn't the one." He looks back at me with his, once again, hopeful eyes.

"Justin..." I mutter, "neither am I." Pain encapsulates every nerve in my body as I say those words. In a second, those hopeful eyes turn dark and sad.

"Eli-" He is cut off my someone entering the office.

"Mr. Trudeau, here are your papers for today. Telford told me to remind you of the meeting you have in an hour." A slender brunette enters the room wearing a similar white dress to what I used to wear to get Justin. Luckily, she reads the room and quickly leaves.

"Maybe she is." I take a needless jab at Justin for no reason. I know it's low, but maybe if I make him hate me, it'll be easier for the both of us.

"Don't do this." Just looks down at his shiny wingtips and shakes his head, "Don't be immature. You know I can't hate you, so don't try."

My tears are unable to be held back, they fall down my face, "I can't, I have to do something to make this easier for me AND you."

He sighs, "Look," Justin pleads, "don't quit. You deserve the place you have. You could really do things. But don't quit because of this. We don't even have to interact."

I wipe the tears from under my eyes, hoping my mascara remained loyal, "Justin...."

"Please." Justin pleads with those eyes that I can never deny a thing to.

"Justin, give it time. Maybe later, maybe next term. But not now." I let out a quivering sigh as I walk out the room. As I leave the room I feel my knees grow week, but I keep my head held high, as the black streaks on my fingers confirm the betrayal of my mascara.

Justin's POV

As she leaves the room, for what is most likely the last time, I feel the blue velvet box grow heavy in my pocket. I take it out and examine the ring. It was my grandmother's ring. I couldn't even bring myself to give it to Sophie, but it fits Eliza so well. The one simple diamond on a silver band with diamonds encircling the band. I take one last look before I slam it down on my desk and put my head in my heads as I feel my chest ache.

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A/N: YALL ARENT EVEN READY FOR WHAT I GOT PLANNED!

Also, sooooooo ya girl is totally done with boys.....but I ended my first semester of college with a 3.5 GPA! My goal was a 3.7, so I'm a little salty, but hey given the fact that I was 1) in the hospital for mental reasons for a bit 2) had a slight pregnancy scare, I'd say I did pretty well. Anyway, I hope everyone had a good semester at school and so yeah YALL AINT READY FOR WHATS NEXT