This is my first time writing a fanfic, actually my first time writing a story. Please take my poor grammar, run on sentences, and typos for love.
This story is based on my fav. ship Annalise & Eve...two months after Eve moved away.
What If...?
It's been two months since Eve moved to California to be with her new girlfriend Vanessa, and there wasn't a day that went by that Annalise didn't think about her-my, how the tables have turned. She hasn't heard from Eve since the night she let her go; not one call, not one text, or email, and it was killing her. With all the latest drama and betrayal that was going on in her life: Frank leaving, Suspended law license, breaking up with Nate, she desired Eve's love and affection more than ever. Realizing that Eve was no longer in her life, hit her hard, harder than she expected. Annalise was sitting alone in her kitchen, in her empty house, thinking about the what ifs: "What if I had committed to Eve 20 yrs ago", "What if I took her offer to move to NY with her", "What if I finally admitted that I was bi, What if I finally confessed to Eve that I loved her back", but it was too late, she missed out on the chance to be Eve's trophy wife, to be Mrs. Rothlo.
The loneliness and regret had Annalise craving for a shot of Vodka, just one shot would numb the hurt and pain she was feeling, but her stint in AA was going so good, she didn't want to mess that up, especially since the Disciplinary Board and that damn President was on her case. Annalise stood at her kitchen's counter, conflicted, to drink or not to drink? Her mind shifted to that last bottle of liquor she kept stashed away in the basement, just in case she decided to say 'screw it all'. Annalise walked to the basement door and turned the knob, with tears in her eyes, she fought the urge. The only thing that made her snap out of it and resist, was Eve. She thought, 'What would Eve do?' She knew Eve would talk her out of it, because she didn't like to see that side of Annalise. Since Annalise couldn't have her vodka fix, she wanted more than ever right now to have her Eve fix.
Annalise picked up her phone, she was tempted to send her a text. She wrote a simple message, "Hi", she thought that was innocent enough, and not too desparate. Ten minutes went by and Annalise was still staring at her phone, contemplating on whether to hit send, she decided against it. Instead, she scrolled through her inbox, reading all of the cute messages Eve ever texted her: "You miss me?", "Still thinking about your comfortable sheets...", "Check out this view, this could be yours" "Is Paris still on the table?" "XO", etc. This made Annalise blush, it was the first time she cracked a smile in a very long time, Eve always had that effect on her. Suddenly, Annalise became sad again, because she knew these saved texts and the saved selfies they took together in her photo gallery would be the only connection she had to Eve. She knew she wouldn't be able to call Eve anytime of day or night anymore, or get in the car and drive to NY to surprise her anymore, Eve had a partner now, Eve moved on...