Our Deep End | ✔️

CHAPTER 3

Elle's POV.
The next morning, I need no alarm, the banging in my head does just the trick. Upon opening my eyes, immediate heaviness fills my heart. I drank quite a lot, so I don't remember much of last night, but I remembered the only thing I so desperately wanted to forget. Hunter and I are no longer together...or at least that's what I took from the situation. I still can't believe it.  Images of me begging for his love replay in my mind, and I immediately begin to cry. Catching me off guard, a pair of warm arms scoop me into an embrace. I recognized that sweet French vanilla smell...it was Camila. She must have slept over, but truthfully I don't even remember her showing up. I only remember texting her.

I turn my head and see my best friend laying beside me.

"Shhhh" she strokes my hair and caresses my arm. I was still wearing my dress from last night, and the light makeup I had on was smeared across my cheeks. I continue to cry.

"So I wasn't dreaming huh..." I croak, tearfully.

Cami shakes her head. "No..."

My previous light crying has turned  into what seemed like a subtle tsunami. I pull out of her grip, and bury my face into my pillow. I just cry and keep crying. Why is this my reality? I love Hunter and that's all I've ever done. I'm not a perfect person, but I definitely do not deserve this.

"Hey..." Camila readjusts herself in a spooning position and holds onto my torso, patting my back. "Let it out babe," She coos. And that's exactly what I do.

***

"Mija, you've barely touched your plate!" My mother voices, in a concerned manner.

In the past, my family has made it a routine to have breakfast together every Saturday. We've lost sight of that routine when Audrey left for college, but it was always reimplemented whenever she came back.

I stab a grape with my fork, and eat it, throwing a fake smile in my mother's direction. Truth is, I had no appetite. The pain I felt filled me up, and left no room for food. I was just waiting for time to pass so I could go back upstairs and cry to myself.

I, in no way shape or form was stable enough to be  around anyone right now. It was taking up all my strength to even sit here and not break down. Before Camila left, she made me get all dolled up. She said that I would feel better on the inside if I at least looked good on the outside.

Taking her advice, I put on a black strapless fitted cropped top, with washed high waisted ripped jeans. Because it's winter time, I tied it all together with a crème colored cardigan. She put my hair into loose curls, a few bracelets on my wrist and a lick of clear lip gloss. I think that it was more helpful to her than it was to me. Cami loves to fix things, even the things that are way beyond her control. I can see that she's desperately trying to add me to the list, but this is bigger than both of us.

"Well, I'm not that hungry this morning so I think I'll just head back up to bed..."

She cuts me off. "Nonsense! Christian will be here in five!"

I give her a confused look.

"Christian?" I raise an eyebrow. What is she talking about? I know I got pretty drunk last night, but I don't remember agreeing to meet with anyone today.

"Is that not why you're dressed? You're showing him around, no?"

Uhhhhhhh what? I don't recall such plans. Before I respond, there's a knock on the door.

"That must be him, I'll get the door!" My mother cheers, before heading towards the entrance of my house.

A/N
Christian to the rescue! Isn't what Hunter did to Elena horrible? I feel so sorry for her. Luckily, I have a feeling things will get better soon. What do you think?

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