A/N: A little bit of a choppy chapter, but I wanted to tie some things up and give poor Clara some time to recover from her wild weekend. I have a question for you guys? What does Daniel and Elias look like to you in your head? Leave a comment below and don't forget to vote! Stay Birdy!
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Elias walked me up to my apartment. He pulled me into his chest and just held me there for a second. I wondered what he was thinking. I was so tired of wondering though and keeping these things to myself. Elias always told me to communicate with him so I will.
"What are you thinking?" I laid my head on his chest, hoping that would urge him to tell me.
"I have a very busy week and I am already a little stressed about it. That's all. If I went it to more detail about it, I am sure that it would bore you. City permits, inspections, all very exciting stuff." He joked, but his smiley quickly faded. "I'll call you soon to arrange a time for you to fulfill your duties for the week." Elias winked at me, kissed my forehead and turned around to leave, his black jeans clung to his legs in the best spots, his black t shirt, just tight enough on his arms. He started walking backwards towards the elevator, winked and waved at me
"I'll call you...Princess" He flashed his smile at me before disappearing behind the shiny elevator doors.
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I stared at the blank canvas. I could still paint whenever I wanted, I'm sure I still had it in me. I was letting the words get to me that Daniel had spoken. I hadn't given up my dreams, they were just put on hold for awhile. I forgot that Daniel knew so much about me. For two years we talked almost everyday. He knew so much about me, more than I wanted him too, but that was an entirely different story.
The brush in between my fingers went instinctively to the black paint. Monochrome was my thing, what could I say. I spent the next few hours putting black and white paint on to a canvas. Well, at least I tried to paint. It wasn't my best piece, but I painted a black and white image of a woman in a tub, underwater. It wasn't my best piece, but it was something. My style was very much so abstract, there wasn't exactly a rhyme or reason to any of the strokes, chunks of paint left on the canvas for texture, but in the end I wanted it to be cohesive enough to make sense and this one surprisingly did.
I took a picture of the painting, as I do with everything that I create. Hey, this really wasn't too bad of a painting. I opened Messages on my phone and typed in Daniel's name and attached the picture to the text
Still got it.
I sent the text and put my phone down. That'll show him. I'm not giving up any dreams of mine, just needed to find the time. Fuck. It was 2AM. I didn't actually have that time, I had to be to work in only 3 hours for an early breakfast at work. Fuck. Shit. Dammit. I needed to sleep right now. Or maybe it would be better just to stay up late tonight. I would be off work fairly early because it was an early breakfast. Maybe I'll just stay up all night. So I did just that.
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The work day flew by and I didn't get the chance to leave early like I thought. I caught myself staring at my phone several times throughout the day waiting from a message, a call, something from Elias. Oh shit, I didn't send him what I was wearing today.
I am so sorry. I didn't sleep last night and it just must have slipped my mind.
I sent him the text with a picture of me in khaki slacks, black peep toes, and a white blouse. My phone buzzed almost instantly.
Not okay.
Great. He was pissed. I was tired and crabby and this day was never going to end. I opted not to text him back right away I carried on the day in a horrible mood. Probably being more and more rude to the servers. Rude to Lorin even, she could tell I was tired and knew to just leave me alone.
The day ended and I was so happy to be back home, alone, and in silence. I sat at the kitchen island, listening to light music in the background as i laid my forehead on the counter top. A calmness rushed over me when I realized this was my only obligation, to just sit here and do nothing. My phone buzzed before I could rest any longer.
Stop by my office on Thursday around 2PM. There is a guest badge waiting for you at the front desk...don't forget protocol again.
I wanted to snap and tell him to lay off. That I had a long weekend and it was one time, but that anger went away quickly when a new emotion came pouring in. Guilt.
Yes, Sir. I really am sorry. It was an easy task that I shouldn't have forgotten. Can I make it up to you?
I'll see you Thursday.
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