When in exile

Moving on (Elizabeth)

I had become close to my great uncle, although Charles was still standoffish, I learned that his parents had died when he was a little boy and his grandparents had taken him in and raised him, a few years ago his grandmother died in a car accident, and he hasn't been the same since. I tried to get to actually talk to him but it was hard and I felt like I was running in circles chasing my tail not getting anywhere until one night... I had been thinking about logan, surprise surprise and was feeling a bit blue, and since I don't like feeling blue, I went down stairs to drink, only to find Charles sneaking some Irish whiskey "I saw that" I whisper after I snuck up on him "I won't tell if you dont" he says trying to be innocent, "sure" I say and we sit down in arm chairs with drinks "who's the guy" he asked and I looked shocked "oh don't look me that way, it's obviously a guy, what happened" he asks in his accent which made me feel a bit at ease "we had been dating for a while, and it was the day I got the box full if documents explaining everything I knew I had to leave so I decided I was going to break up with him, so when I walk through the front door there he is on one knee asking me to marry him. I said no, he said we could get through this I broke his heart and now my heart is back to the way it used to be covered in ice never to be broken again" I say and his facial expression is hilarious "all that happened in one day?" he asked "yes it did, ad I've decided I shall never love again and I will die happily alone with a Dalmatian" I say laughing at the end he laughs a bit also. "Here's to being bitter" he says and we clink our glasses. we had become closer over the next couple of weeks, until I realized I never called the number that my grandmother said I should.... I picked up my phone and dialed it, not sure what to expect, or who to expect....