starter for @bedfordwrites
historically, there weren’t a lot of things that made elliot feel actually stupid. after so many years of making his own choices no matter the consequences, he didn’t have it in him anymore. but even he knew he’d fucked up this time. his long fingers extended to accept another glass of wine from his mother, knowing that there was no way he’d survive the family dinner without it.
when he’d first walked through the door to his family home, he’d barely understood the scene playing out in front of him. for a second he was sure that it was a late side affect from all the drugs he’d done in his early twenties, something coming back to haunt him years after the fact. but then it had settled it. she was here. she’d been the first woman he’d ever thought he’d love. a short affair that had been hidden behind hotel room doors for a weekend. but it had been the kind of weekend that stuck under his skin for years after, the lack of her number in his phone always making his head shake with regret when he pressed his lips against someone who didn’t make him feel half of what she had.
but there she was. walking around elliot’s family home like she half owned it. and the giant rock on her finger and his older brothers arm around her waist only proved it more. she almost did half own it. he finished his fresh glass of wine in less than a sip, excusing himself from the table with his cigarettes in his hand and the front door in his eye line.
