Wednesday, July 17, 2019
The Secret of Ella and Micha Epilogue
EllaIve been stick out in Vegas for well-nigh two weeks now and things atomic number 18 good. I signed up for some pass art classes and my internship at the museum is great, even though I spend most(prenominal) of my mean solar day cleaning up after the great unwashed and kneadning errands. I also started counseling. As a great deal as Id like to c any back I was getting better, when Im al nonpareil and confounded in my own thoughts, the darkness sometimes gets to me. But my therapist is nice and the visits set out along to be helping.Lila is permit me borrow her auto for the weekend, so I can poking back home and meet up with Dean and my dad. Im glad to be fashioning the drive alone, that style Ill have 12 hours to mentally prepare myself. Although, deep down, I wish Micha was way out with me.Are you sealed you dont want me to go with you, Lila asks as I snatch the handle of my adhesive friction and glance the room for forgotten items.I sway my soul. Ill be fi ne and you have classes and your math tutor thing. I throw overboard at the doorway, needing to get something off my chest. Lila, thank you for letting me borrow your railway car and for just world there for me.Her smile is bright. Dont get all weepy on me. Youre only going to be gone for a mate of days, silly.We laugh, exiting the building and head down the stairs. Our flatcar is right by the campus and we keep Lilas car in the set lot most of the time. When we range the grass that reaches across the campus, my mobilise starts to sing inside my pocket, a hapless turned happy song.God, again? Lila throws her head back dramatically. Cant you two go vanadium minutes without talking to each former(a)?No. I smile and process the phone as Lila scoots away, giving us some privacy. So hows the weather in Seattle?Pretty sunny, actually, Micha says and I can regard the smile in his voice.I gimp on my roll away bag as it gets caught in a ambuscade in the lawn. Thats funny, beca use I thought it was divinatory to be rainy there.Nope, I got a blue sky and a endocarp of a lot of sunshine everyplace my head, he says. And Im very enjoying the view.Good, Im glad, I name him, missing him like crazy. Are you solace driving out here undermentioned weekend? Actually theres been a flimsy change of plans, he answers. And I cant come out next weekend.I stop in the middle of the grass, pouting. Oh. Okay.He laughs gently into the phone. You have, youre beautiful when you pout like that.How do you know Im pouting? I wonder.The same way that I know you have a sexy pair of shorts on and your hair is done up, he says and I start to glance around the campus at the pile walking around in the quad and on the sidewalks. Your ass looks really good, by the way.I let my suitcase go and spin in a circle with the cell phone sedate to my ear. Then I spot him in the parking lot, standing next to a SUV in black jeans, a tight-fitted canescent tee, and eyes as blue as the sky . I drop my phone and pop off to him, not warmth that people are staring at me like Im insane.I dont slow down when I reach him and he catches me as I run into his arms. He picks me up and I batten my legs around him, courting him with so much passion his lip ring cuts into my lip. finally we pull back, panting with raw wildness in our eyes.He tucks a chain of my hair behind my ear. You didnt think I was going to let you go back home on your own, did you?But you utter you had to play this weekend.They can do one performance without me. This is more important.I most start to cry and he begins to panic.Ella May, whats legal injury? he asks. This is a good thing, isnt it?Yes, it is I say, staring into his eyes. I love you.He smiles and whispers, I love you, too, before reconnecting his lips with mine.We kiss each other deeply, not caring that people are watching and rustle about us. To them were just two people making out in the parking lot, creating a scene. Theyll never rea lly know what it took to get here. How many years were invested, barely thats okay.Its a secret between us.
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