Elisa walk down the Manhattan street, ignorant to the world around her. Tonight's' events at the park reply in her mind over and over; like a never-ending movie. Every scene, every emotion she felt invaded her. She never experienced something like this before.
Elisa stop dead in her tracks, 'Then again no one has ever made me feel like that before.' She thought. She shook her head as she resumed her walk. It wasn't long until she reached her apartment building. Making her way inside her building Elisa slowly took the stairs all the way up to the top floor. Finally reaching her front door she took out her keys and open her door. As soon as she took one step inside Elisa got a startled of a lifetime when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her; engulfing her in a loving embrace.
"Elisa." The elderly woman said. Elisa became stiff but quickly relax herself when she recognized the voice.
"Mo-mom what are you doing here?"
Elisa's mother, Diane pulled away, "Oh Elisa, don't you remember. You said you were going to bake some sweets for the art's fundraiser. They were a big hit last year. I came by to pick them up. You promise you'll have them ready by tonight."
Elisa groan in annoyance. With everything that's happen she completely forgot her promise to her mother, "I'm sorry mom, it must have spill my mind."
"Oh, it's alright sweetie." Diane said, "I know you have a lot on your plate right now. So why don't we bake some tonight. It would nice for the two of us to spend some time together. I hardly get to see you."
She smiles warmly at her mother, "I would like that very much mom." Elisa made her way to the kitchen and took out everything she needed to bake some sweets. Diane was pleased to hear her daughter wanting to spend some time with her. However, Diane couldn't help but hear sadness in her voice when she spoke.
"Elisa…"
Elisa look at her mother just as she was about crack some eggs, "Yeah, mom."
Diane smile, "Oh, it's nothing. Just…. I'm glad we're doing this together."
Once again Elisa smile, "Me too, mom." She returns her attention back to baking. Diane watch as her daughter bake; knowing her daughter was secretly hurting. Diane wanted to ask her what's wrong, but she knew better not to.
'Elisa will shut down and tell me she's fine. I'll wait for her to come to me. She'll tell me when she's ready.' Diane joined her in the kitchen. They didn't have a lot of time since the fundraiser started in an hour, so Elisa decided to bake a Homemade Vanilla cake top with cream and berries. Simple but delicious. Elisa was glad she was doing this. It got her mind off from what happen tonight. She tried her best to control her emotions, at least while her mother was here. Elisa didn't want to worry her mother.
'At least more than she is now.' She thought. Elisa knew her mother worried over her, especial since she followed her father's footsteps in becoming a detective.
'I can't tell mom about this. How can I explain the situation to her? Hell, I haven't even told her about the gargoyles yet! How am I going to explain that! How am I supposed to get any of this!' Elisa sigh, 'How…how am I supposed to come out this. Do I just forget what happen between us last night; the kiss, Goliath and Demona being together, everything?! Do I say goodbye to the person I care for the most?' Elisa open the oven and place the cake pan inside. She sat at the counter staring at the oven as her mom made some tea.
'After Demona left Goliath stared right at me with no emotion in his eyes. I could tell he wanted to say something. But… I didn't want to hear what he had to say. I became…afraid. I just know Goliath changed his mind about us.' Elisa clenched her fist, 'There's no room for me in his heart. Not anymore, and why would there be? I should put this whole thing behind me and never look back.' Elisa involuntarily touch her lips.
'Last night when Goliath kiss me, my heart felt like it was about to overflow. The electricity when our lips touch is something, I've never experience with anyone. The joy I felt when he kissed me was unbelievable. I finally let him in. Maybe that was my mistake. I shouldn't have let him kiss me. Maybe…. I shouldn't have let him in my heart.' Tears began to weld up in her eyes just as Diane gently place her hand on Elisa's shoulder. Diane warmly smile at her daughter as she handed her a cup of Chamomile tea. Elisa held back her tears as she took the cup, thanking her. Diane watched as her daughter drank the tea and retreated back into her own little world. Seeing what Elisa did a moment ago, Diane had an inkling as to what was going on with her. She could tell her tough detective was in pain but knew Elisa would keep it all to herself.
'Just like her father.' Diane shook her head as she took a sip of her tea. Elisa and her husband Peter were cut from the same cloth. Diane gently caress Elisa's hair. A sigh of comfort escape from Elisa's mouth as she leaned closer to her mom. She loves it whenever her mom caresses her hair. It always made her feel a whole lot better.
'Mom always knows how to make me feel better. I can't burden mom with this. I have to figure this out on my own. I'm a detective. I can't cry and run to mom with every problem I have. I'll deal with this on my own.' Forty-five minutes later the cake was decorated and ready for the art's fundraiser.
"Oh, honey this looks amazing." Diane said as she placed the cake in a container.
"Thanks mom, and thanks for the help. I'm sorry it's not the greatest of all sweets like last years." Elisa said.
"It's absolutely perfect." Diane grab her coat and the cake. "Elisa, why don't you join me. The night is still young. A night out might be good for you."
'And maybe it will help you take your mind off whatever's going on.' She thought.
Elisa shook her head, "No, it's ok. Besides I think I'm going to use this time to catch up on some sleep." She lied.
"Alright, try to get as much sleep as you can. I don't want you to be too tired when Uncle Greg comes by the house tomorrow. You know how much he loves seeing his extended family."
"Yeah, don't want to disappoint Uncle Greg." Elisa chuckled a bit. Greg Schuman or Uncle Greg as she and her siblings been calling him was her father's partner for 25 years. When he retired, Greg move to a townhouse in New Jersey, but he still visits every chance he could.
"That's right. Well, I better go." Diane embrace her daughter, "Take care of yourself sweetie." Elisa welcome her hug, "Have a great time." They pulled away and Diane left the apartment.