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-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-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-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-Two: Cause And Effect
Morgan Karma. There's no other way about it. I let her drink copious amounts of alcohol, even though I knew she hadn't eaten much. I even...
Post Thirty: Hesitation
Morgan Too many shots later, we were heading back to her place. The pub had closed and Natalie had disappeared. Elli could barely stand...
Post Twenty-Eight: Pressing The Implication
Morgan Elli was completely and utterly smashed. Even when we first met, and she was drinking straight rum out of her flask, she wasn't...
Post Twenty-Six: With A Sense Of Perplexity
Morgan I couldn't tell if the way Natalie teased Elli was in good fun, or intentional digs. Even though they had seemingly been friends...
Post Twenty-Four: Everything I Need To Know
Morgan Elli didn't say anything, she just stared at me, unblinking. Her face was splotchy and her eyes were red, like she had been...
Post Twenty-Two: Lost In A Blur
Morgan “I hate your scrunchy face,” Elli groaned, leaning back in her chair on the GO train. Even with taking a cab to the GO station, we...
