#ellis mohan

Mohan and Ellis. Ex-lovers. Mohan and Ellis, who understood each other to such a degree, that they feel they might know each other less, if they talked to each other more. Mohan and Ellis, who try to keep it hidden, as if nothing transpired between them. As if they didn't spend entire afternoons comfortable in each other's arms, unwilling to separate from each other, and from their bed; although that seems like it was a lifetime ago. Mohan and Ellis, who now stare longingly at each other and now steal glances at each other, without the other even realising.

Mohan, who looks at Ellis with such longing and such lust that she has to look away, for god forbid anyone should see her feelings on her face. Ellis, who sometimes cannot bring herself to look away from Mohan, with her luscious locks falling on her face, until Shen gives her a pointed glare.

Mohan, who was adamant once, to not take any help from Ellis after slicing her thumb from the scalpel after a procedure; Ellis, who had to hold her firm and tend to wound to stop the bleeding. Instead, the blood flowed all the way to Mohan's face, and she bowed her head to hide the blush adorning her cheeks. Ellis found that amusing, until it wasn't. Until it was time to let go of Mohan, or Mohan's thumb, she wasn't sure. They stayed still for a few seconds, absorbing the warmth radiating from each other, and both of them agonized, in their minds, about how difficult it seemed to just, let go. Then Mohan tugged at her hand, and slipped away from Ellis.

Mohan and Ellis, who could have been so much more. Mohan and Ellis, who let the complexities and perplexities of life come in between them, a storm which slowly but gradually ripped them apart. It all got too much, too soon, and then all there was left were just unsaid words, words that they kept to themselves, because there was no point in saying it out loud to the other person. They just wouldn't get it. So be it.

Ellis, who sometimes will gently ask Mohan to leave, to go home, because her hours are over, and she's tired, but will say no more than that, because she knows of Mohan and her stubbornness, a gentle sort of stubbornness. Mohan, who relents only after Ellis asks her to go home, and on her walk home, thinks of those kind eyes; in which she would get lost once upon a time, of her firm arms, in which she would find peace like she's never found before, and a lot more things that she should not think about, now.

As they go to bed, both of them mull on it for a while, whether things would've been different if they had just...talked. If they'd done this, if they'd done that.