ELLIOT.
His eyes remained shut, as if that would render some answer within his perplexed, rampant thoughts at the moment. Yet as her response sunk in, he lifted his head upward again. In the midst of the resurfacing pain of their sudden end, it was a different perspective. There still remained a prominent hesitation, a broken trust of what could have been, but if Florence truly didnāt care and wanted out of their relationship like he believed heād overheard, why would she even bother going out of her way now and admitting it all to him, right? āYou donāt owe me. Butā¦I do thank you for thatā¦for telling me.ā Elliot began. āI guess I justā¦I donāt knowā¦you said youāve been here a few years?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā A barrier continued to exist between them, but with the telling of truth, the wall had lowered some allowing the two to see a little more clearly. It had been years since the two had reached any form of closure, and truthfully, sheād never quite gotten overcome that. That what if?!Ā āOf course I owe you, Elliot. You deserve to know the truth.ā Merely stating his name had such an effect on her, like those walls of hers might come crumbling down and sheād have to revel in grief and be overcome with emotions she wasnāt nearlyĀ strong enough to handle right now.Ā āI have. Three or four years now, actually. āI got married,ā she admits after hesitating some, her gaze lowered as she silently wills herself keep those weighted emotions at bay.Ā āIt didnāt work out, unfortunately.āĀ







