Page 77 of Some Saviors Can Break You

7:05 A.M.

Gray.

Gray buildings, gray roads, gray sky, it seemed the whole world was gray this morning.

Eli thought that was perfect.

He felt gray inside, so it was fitting that the world around him represent how he felt.

Florence.

Everywhere he looked he saw her, it didn't seem possible that she had only been in his life for eleven days.

Eleven days, but it felt like a lifetime.

In such a short amount of time, she’d become everything to him. He’d been planning his life with her, he’d been picturing their wedding day and how stunning she’d look in her wedding gown, he’d thought about where he’d take her for their honeymoon. He’d dreamed about touching her stomach as their baby moved inside of her, and holding her hand while she wasin labor. He’d actually looked forward to busy years where they balanced work, kids’ schedules, and time together.

Everything had been perfect.

Until it hadn't.

Now he’d lost her, and it felt like he was dead inside.

How had she made such a significant impact on him in such a short amount of time?

Had he really been in love with her or had he been caught up in the romance of it all? He’d saved her life, maybe that had impacted how he’d seen her, romanticized the whole thing.

He’d wanted so badly to find someone to share his life with, and Florence had been the only woman he could see himself marrying, but did that mean he was in love with her?

Something bounced off his head, and he swung his chair around from facing the window to find Elliot standing behind him.

“What are you doing?” he asked irritably, picking up a scrunched up piece of paper that was on his lap, he wasn't in the mood for people today.

Well, any person except Florence.

“Trying to get your attention,” Elliot replied, dropping into the chair on the other side of the desk. “What’s with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re in an awful mood, I can only assume this has something to do with the mysterious Florence—who you’re yet to introduce us to by the way.”

“That’s not going to happen,” he muttered, turning his attention to the stack of papers on his desk that needed his attention. He wasn't in the mood to work, but it was the only way he could keep his mind off Florence.

“What happened?”

“Nothing.”

“Then what has you in this mood?”

With a sigh, Eli shoved away from the desk and raked his hands through his hair. “We broke up.”

“You broke up?”

“Yeah.”

“You going to elaborate?”

May as well. Wasn't like he could make things worse by talking about it, who knows, maybe Elliot would say something that could help him get over Florence.

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