"Um... where exactly are we going with this much luggage?"
By the time I came back from meeting Max, I had already made up my mind.
The steps Elara and I had skipped—the ones I used to think defined a lover—I was going to take them anyway. Maybe the order was wrong. Maybe it didn't matter. I believed the ending would be the same.
That was why I asked her to take me to the sea for that two-day trip she had mentioned.
But when she told me she would help me pack—told, not asked—I started to feel uneasy.
It was supposed to be a two-day trip. Yet the clothes she instructed me to pack were… excessive. Several outfits. Dresses that I hadn't planned on wearing.
As for Elara herself...
I had learned a lot about her during my stay.
First.
She cleaned her own place. Ordered food instead of cooking. Sent her clothes out for laundry every weekend. For someone from the Holloway family, she was surprisingly down to earth.
