34|So Wrong

~Rory~

I expected Eloisa to slam the door in my face or an earful at the very least. She never liked it when people ghost her, especially me. But the moment she saw me on their doorsteps, she flung her arms around me, holding tight like a koala on a tree.

“Rory…” she sobbed, waking me from my stunned state.

“Hey.” I wrapped my arms around her trembling form. “What’s wrong?”

My worry grew as she continued to sob and held me tight to the point that I was losing air in my lungs.

When Eloisa finally calmed down, we sat on the couch in their living room. Crumpled tissue and empty ice cream container studded carpeted floor and coffee table. Eloisa hated baggy clothes, but she was pra