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XVIII

I wake on the couch of Jordan's place yet again I came to this safe space after a night alone in the hotel. Opening my eyes I'm blinded by the bright colors of a big bouquet. The flowers sit front and center of my eyes put there by Jordan, suddenly his biggest advocate. It's too early in the morning and my head feels like there's such an ache, I wish to remove my brain from such a hostile environment. I turn away from the blindingly loud colorful flowers and attempt to contain my nausea. Bells is laughing and the sound however pleasant is like a knife across my brain.

"Why do you guys do this to me?" I groan turning away.

Jordan sighs, "Maia quite frankly you're running from your husband..."

"Shut up I'm asleep."

"On my couch." Jordan retorts.

Elijah begins reading, "You saved me. I used to be this hard exterior of myself because of how the world made me and how I viewed myself. Then you came along and you've shown me something new. You've made me laugh, you've made me feel. You've made me see myself as I once had been when I would travel the world. I feel like I traveled the world only to come home and find what I had been looking for all along. I'm a shitty man for how I've treated you. I wanted to go back to that man. I sought out Auroras help so I could not feel instead of actually feeling this. Like always you've bested her and fixed me yet again. I don't deserve someone like you, and I'm selfish for wishing to keep you. But Maia I'm on my knees here begging you to stay."

Jordan and Elijah disgustingly aw his words and in unison say, "Go back to him."

Elijah sits at my feet, "Maia he clearly loves you and he's sorry. We've been getting these flowers for a week now."

Everyday for the last seven days since I've come to Jordan's house he's been sending flowers with a long passage of how much he loves me. Isn't that what they say? They notice what they have when it's gone? All the attention he's giving me now it's because he's only here for the chase. If I go back now nothing will change because he is who he is. I'd be a fool to make that same mistake. It's like he sabotages any chance of happiness with us every time we look like we could be great. I've come too far to go back to this and for what? Love? This dreadful thing is causing me a pain unlike any other.

After freshening up and having breakfast I step out onto the terrace. My gosh, how I wish I was a smoker. This feels like the perfect time for a drag. Elijah joins me after being coaxed by Jordan; she thinks that just because I'm outside that I can't possibly hear what's going on the other side of the open window. He steps through the window bringing a cup of tea for me as he holds onto one for himself. I know what he's going to say and I know it's Eric he thinks I should return to. None of them truly know who he did just that he did it with someone who isn't me. He sighs heavily scratching at the nape of his neck and looking at the cup. Sitting down next to me he chuckles.

"So it seems you and I have a similar type."

My brow raises in confusion, I'm certain I have no clue what he means.

Elijah sits beside me, "We fell for the quote on quote troubled ones. Not because they're cool or dangerous but because we saw that they were something special."

I'm not entirely sure what he's getting at but I recall my meeting Eric for the first time and I'd say he seen something in me that I didn't see rather than the other way around.

"We saw something in them they didn't even see. Sometimes they need someone to truly notice them and that's all they really want. They need someone to be there for them because they got so used to making trouble for attention they don't even know how to go about it any other way. Even to those good to them." He says sipping at his cup and I read the look on his face it mirrored my own even if only for a split second.