Believe it or not, there was a time when Greta Abney had it all figured out. Marriage, a family, and a thriving career all by the age of 30 was her plan. But plans change, and now she's drinking alone at her best friend's baby announcement party.
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♫ dark runs out by amy stroup ♫
"Is Eli here?" She stood before a man with smooth black hair and a frame just a little more tamer with their muscles compared to the man she had expected to see opening up this door.
But with quick recollection, she remembered that this must've been the roommate he mentioned having a few weeks back. And now, she knew that the effort she was going to put into letting him down would have to be validated thoroughly if he wasn't buying it the first go around.
"I know you?" Alex had asked her.
And though stumbling at first, she soon managed to answer. "I- um... I'm his uh- I'm Greta..."
There was nothing but confusion strewn about his face, laced with just a little bit of predetermined annoyance before finally giving Greta the satisfaction of letting her in.
"He's in the shower," Informed Alex. "You alright with just waiting? Does he know that you're showing up?"
"Kinda. I mean, we're supposed to be hanging out tonight, so I'm sure he expected to see me sooner or later."
"Wait, hang on... So you're that Greta, aren't you?"
At first, she quirked a brow. "Are there a plethora of Greta's running in and out of this place."
"Well there's the one that claims to be his girlfriend, but never stepped foot in this apartment."
"I didn't think my lack of being here diminished your sense of approval towards me," She said. "nor did I think I remember wanting it."
He scoffed some before making his way into the kitchen. "Hey, I'm just saying. From what I hear about you, you kinda give off this 'higher class' sort've vibe."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm just saying, if you're only around slumming it with my guy here-"
There was enough to teem Greta with more frustration than she already walked in with. And with a raised hand, she rushed to look away from Alex and stormed away from him. "When he gets out, tell him I'll be in his bedroom."
She closed the door right after, taking in this solitude to browse around his spaces as though pieces of this small bedroom would be the very last time she'll look at them.
From his nearly made up bed, to the small knick-knacks on his dresser, to even his phone properly places besides his alarm clock by the window, every essence of Eli Clayton that adorned this corner of the world was going to be missed without a doubt.
