Character Elizabeth Saver from my "Fearless" story. Not related to that, just same character :)
Elizabeth stumbled to the door, dragging the duvet she pulled out of bed, behind her. She squinted through the peep-hole, sighed at the familiar sight, and opened the door. Flack was standing, half stooped over, one arm leaning on the door jam, the other clenching a beer bottle. Elizabeth opened her mouth to say her usual spiel about how it was late and how she had to be up early and how Flack couldn't keep showing up like this, but before she could, Flack lifted his head and Elizabeth noticed his eyes were glassy and blood shot. And not the typical drunken look. He had been crying.
"Don..." Elizabeth said softly, trying to make eye contact with Flack who refused to. "Don," she repeated. "C'mere." She put her arm around Flack shoulders and guided him inside.
She made Flack sit on the couch, after taking the beer bottle from his hand. She draped her duvet around Flack and sat next to him, feet curled up under herself.
"How long am I gonna be like this?" Flack asked, staring straight ahead, still a voiding any eye contact. He asked this question every night he made a stop at Elizabeth's apartment and every time the sadness in Flack's voice got Elizabeth. She always answered the same, with a gently shrug of her shoulders.
"I dunno."
Flack sunk into the couch and covered his face with his hands. "I just miss her so much. So much, you know."
Elizabeth nodded. "I do know." Elizabeth knew how Flack missed Jess so much he couldn't function normally anymore. He stopped coming to work, he stopped eating, stopped sleeping, stopped shaving. And he started drinking, staying out late, knocking on Elizabeth's door at one o'clock in the morning, talking about how much he missed Jess for hours before passing out on her couch. Every time Elizabeth patiently listened and sympathized.
"I can't believe how much I loved her, too. I didn't even realize it until she died, you know? That's what pisses me off the most. Why did she have to die for me to realize she was perfect for me?"
This part was always the hardest part of their conversation for Elizabeth to hear. She loved Flack. At least she thought she did. A series of bad timings and complicated feelings, insecurities and Elizabeth's fear of really falling in love had stalled any form of relationship between her and Flack. Then Flack met Jess. That was the end of Elizabeth and Don.
"Nothing about what happened makes sense. It probably never will..." Elizabeth told and now sleepy Flack as he began to close his eyes. She pulled the duvet up closer around him and gently nudged him over so he was semi-lying down. She stood up slowly, pulled his legs up on the couch and stood there staring as Flack began to drift off.
As she did every night, Elizabeth brushed his cheek with the back of her hand, softly. She bent down and kissed his forehead. She whispered that everything was going to be okay before creeping back into her bedroom.
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