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I pulled my shirt over my head, throwing it into the hamper, along with my jeans, getting into a pair of leggings and comfortable t-shirt I could find. Comfort was the only thing I was looking for as it had been needed over the past few days. It had been days since the incident as lovely as the service has been for Evelyn, it was no closure.
My mom kept me company over the past few days but she couldn't stay as long as I wanted seeing as she had to go take care of pack duties. If felt like a routine, her coming to make me food and force me to eat before leaving every single day. I had to force myself to shower and keep up with personal hygiene or else I would smell as much as I had felt.
Elias has been avoiding me.
It didn't help ease my anxiety and nerves every time I thought about him. I couldn't help but worry about him since the last time I saw him which was at the service. He spoke the blessings and spoke a few words but I could tell that he was hurting. I couldn't even try to find him as I had been ordered to stay inside while everyone was out. At this point, I was close to pulling my hair and screaming out in frustration.
If Evelyn were here, she would surely be telling me to stop worrying with a soothing cup of warm tea or even with one of her famous grilled cheese sandwiches I had loved. My heart squeezed at the thought. I missed Evelyn so much so I couldn't help but think back to our very last conversation. At least I can say I got to tell her I loved her one last time before I left with Elias to Louisiana.
To my surprise, the door suddenly swing opens, cutting me out of my thoughts. I look up to see no other than Elias stomping inside. I let out a light gasp at his disheveled appearance. I noticed his hand holding a glass of amber liquid. He was drinking.
I instantly follow behind him to his room. "Elias," I called after him. He kept walking ahead of me and into his room, ignoring me in the process. I huffed in annoyance. When I met the threshold of the doorway, I stopped. Elias had his back towards me, his shoulders were extremely tense. He tossed fire wood into the fireplace not so lightly before he poured out the liquid alcohol onto the dry wood and threw a match inside. Bright red embers bursted and came to life in the dark fireplace.
"Elias," I called his name again and his shoulders tensed, then he snapped at me.
"Why are you here? You should be resting," he said, his eyes darkened.
"I have been...but you've been avoiding me." I say, staring at him wide eyed. He doesn't respond and takes a swig of his drink. "I'm here because I'm worried about you. You're clearly upset..." I say making a furrow form between his brows.
"I'm fine," he lifts his hands up exasperatedly. His eyes said otherwise.
"You know I don't believe that," I walk a few steps closely and slowly.
