“Not anytime soon,” Ellery replied. She couldn’t imagine driving in this condition. Since sleep wasn’t happening, Ellie needed more than a few cups of coffee and a cigarette before she could function. A morning filled Ellery as their lips met. Finley was so pure, and Ellery would surely ruin her.Finley would grow irritated with Ellery’s carefree coping mechanisms eventually. And, since Ellery had no intention of changing anytime soon, it would blow up in their faces. But Ellery was selfish. She’d cling onto these moments and take them for granted. The clock loomed in the distance (—or was that the sound of bombs? Her uncle breathing?) Ellery took a deep breath and pushed the thoughts away. Her PTSD could be awful, and she didn’t want Finley to see an episode. She’d wait until she was outside. “Get some sleep.”
Offering a smile, Ellie ran her fingers through her hair and shrugged on her jacket. She looked at Finley over her shoulder. She felt as though she should say something. If she was a healthier person, maybe she’d say something about needing support. Maybe she’d even tell Finley how beautiful she was. But Ellie couldn’t. She was careless with everything but her heart—the reason why every relationship in Ellie’s life had suffered. Ducking her head, Ellery cleared her throat and headed out the door.
Seattle was much greener than California. Tall, old trees loomed over her. Standing against the wall, Ellie decided she liked the vibe. “Maybe you’ll be next, Washington,” she mumbled through an exhale of smoke. Maybe she’d flee to Seattle after things blew up.
Finley smiled up lazily at Ellery before curling back up in the bed, pulling the blankets up and snuggling deeper. Her eyes fell shut again as she attempted to slip back into the dreamland that she’d been pulled from not too long before. She appreciated the fact that Ellery had let her know though, even if it had been through waking her up. A little while later, when it became clear to Fin that sleep wasn’t going to be happening again...at least not at that moment, she slipped out of bed and towards the bathroom. She ran her fingers through her hair and splashed some water on her face before brushing her teeth and heading back into the main room.
Glancing around the room she grabbed a sweater and pulled it over her head, rubbing at her eyes a bit before she grabbed the remote and then hopped back into the bed, pulling the covers over top of her again. She turned on the tv and flicked through the stations as she waited for Ellery to come back to their room.
When she came to the conclusion that there was absolutely nothing on tv at the moment that was worth watching, Finley grabbed her phone and put on some music before grabbing her sketchbook and flipping to a new page. She let her hand rest on the paper for a moment and she began to draw. Slowly, Finley began mapping out Ellery’s features on the page, her movements flowing smoothly rather than precisely. However, not too long after, she felt the drowsiness settle over her again and she allowed her eyes to drift shut. Without bothering to set aside her sketchbook or lay back down, Finley fell back to sleep.