Post Forty: My Elli
Morgan “Thank God for layovers!” James greeted me as I came off the plane, his arms open in a dramatic gesture. As usual. I gave him a...
Post Thirty-Nine: Whirlwind Romance
Elli “What? That's it?” Nat said to me in disbelief. We sat at our dinner table while I recounted my goodbye with Morgan to her, as well...
Post Thirty-Eight: No More Waiting
Morgan I watched her as she slept in the morning. Her steady breathing keeping beat. Her hair a mess from tossing and turning through the...
Post Thirty-Seven: A Full Recovery
Elli After all the mixed signals I gave Morgan, I was surprised to see him recover so quickly. The next morning, he was back to normal....
Post Thirty-Six: No More Explanations
Morgan Well, I asked her to tell me the truth. It's not like I can be mad at her for being honest. What exactly did I want her to say? We...
Post Thirty-Five: Whole And Complete
Elli Shit. Fuck. Arse and tits! Of course. Of fucking course. Thank you, Paul. You giant piece of human garbage. You crusher of souls....
Post Thirty-Four: Intentions
Morgan I listened patiently while Elli told me her story. Cutting in and out at the points she was careful to avoid. Just enough to...
Post Thirty-Three: Standing My Ground
Elli “What are you doing here?” I asked, pulling the blanket tighter around me. “What am I doing here!? What is HE doing here?” Paul...
