I had to Change a few things. So; this is a re-upload. I am mixing up some of the experiences between Chloe and Elly. They may be out of time line according neighbours. But I will explain throughout the story.

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Chapter one

4:18am
"Urgh", Elly groans at the time on her clock. I thought alcohol knocked people out?

Rolling over was a bad move. A pulsating headache made the room spin and the already suffering women is almost certain she is about to throw up. Tilting back her head and focusing on a particular spot of the patterned ceiling, she starts to mildly meditate her breathing to relieve her discomfort. Breath in, one, two. Out, one, two, three. Again. In one, two. The sickness begins to subside for now but her head continues to thunder on. One more time, in…

"What's… that", she sniffs, reaching up to untie her tightly fixed bun, she pulls the hair beneath her nose. "Oh god", she gags at the horrid smell. A sudden flashback from the party of falling over, getting covered in wine and leaving regurgitated party food all over the floor and herself sends shivers through her body. Elly is overcome with feelings of shame and embarrassment. Everyone who respects, loves and cares for her must have witnessed quite a show. She really didn't want to be recalling anymore right now. Elly often kept up appearances and last night must have been quite an unexpected show. It certainly was for her.

They best not have got anything on camera. What was I thinking? Poor mark. I hope he isn't angry. How did I even get back home? Ouch,my head hurts so bad.

After Chloe's sudden outburst, Elly hit the drinking heavily on return to the party. Even mark questioned her sudden change of attitude that evening. Quick thinking, she managed to brush it off and use the lack of job potential as an excuse for "letting lose" from all her stresses. Mark had nodded in his understanding but didn't look all too convinced. She really did need a job and some focus in life again though. Unfortunalty for Elly, the shock of Chloe's confession had thrown her completely off balance on top of her already questioning thoughts and feelings.

Defiantly not able to drink like I used to. Never felt so rough in my life.

Staggering towards the bedroom door she smiles on noticing a bottle of water, that has been placed lovingly next to some painkillers on her dressing table. Whoever left that there is a flipping saint. She laughs and smiles gratefully, knowing it was most probably Susan, that one-person life would be nothing without. Returning to the edge of the bed with her supplies, Elly chugs on the water bottle feeling beyond grateful she didn't have to attempt getting to the kitchen.

Failing to switch off her paranoid thoughts, she finds her phone an decides to scroll through Facebook to check for any god-awful posts. Phew! Nothing; only a notification from Instagram.

"Congratulations to one of the purest souls in existence and one the most gorgeous woman in history and someone who will now, always be a part of my life. Welcome to the family. I love you x".

Above follows a photo of herself embraced in Chloe's arms outside in Marks garden during one of their spontaneous parties. They'd been laughing over something she couldn't quite recall whilst having it taken. Elly lingers over the post and begins to feel warm inside, reminiscing over that day. It really was a good day. One they all needed after the news on Chloe's diagnosis. She reads it again, smiling to herself, at the love seeping through Chloe's words. But the fluttering happiness soon falls into an unpleasant blanket of turmoil. Her heart begins to sink and a dull ache starts to fester within. The realisation of how close they once were, tore at her core. Elly had never connected with another female so deeply and this new territory was comforting. She was missing it. Opening up the images on her phone, scrolling through some of their photos and videos together, her heat breaks. That's enough for tonight. There's nothing you can do till tomorrow now anyway. Looking for a distraction away from her tormenting mind, she chucks herself back on the bed and reaches for her Kindle. Letting out a long deep breath, she begins to read.

But all she can think about is last nights events. Seeing witness to Chloe's showdown. Her confession. It was painful. How had I missed it?

Those always lingering gazes her way. That overly brightened smile when in her presence. The constant support and care, always being concerned over her wellbeing. The tension filled room whilst Chloe tied the knot in her dress and delicately brushed her fingers across her neck. She was so tender around Elly. The way she suddenly jumps when the boys entered the room, as if they could read her thoughts. And most of all. The Kiss. Elly never got that memory out of her head. Giving in, she allows her mind to wonder and shuts down the kindle. I wish I could fix all of this. Eventually falling into a troubled sleep.