So this is the continuation from what I realised to be an older story of mine called "The way words hurt" wich is from Nate's POV but I still hope you like it.
Please review so I can keep evolve my writting :D
If you ask him, Eliot won't be able to tell when exactly he did fall in love with the great Sophie Devereux. He knows Elisabeth, the art evaluator which life he saved, really got under his skin, she was fascinating and at the time made him feel cosy, surrounded by the same comfortable, familiar sensation he used to live at home, but Elisabeth and Sophie were not the same person...
Maybe he mixed up the two of them, maybe the small gestures he saw in Sophie and used to see in Elisabeth grew more than he wanted them to, perhaps they got really big, exacerbating...
He doesn't know his facts straight, all he knows he did fall in love with her and now he is there, sitting on a dark blue armchair facing a mahogany door waiting for her to get home so he can confront the grifter...
She ran away months ago since Nate hurt her irreparably and then he thought that was the perfect time to get those dark hypnotising eyes of his mind, he tried to erase her however, when he finally thought he had it they went to do that job in Paris and in the morning after they finished when they were supposed to leave Nate confessed him he had seen Sophie and she was married now...
To acknowledge that ripped his heart as much as it ripped Nate's even though Eliot wouldn't let it show. One week after they got home he packed up and said the team he would be gone for a short amount of time "he needed to help an old friend"...
Parker chased him to the airport and strangled him on an unexpected hug. "don't you disappear too, please come back soon..."
Eliot drinks one more sip of the glass of wine resting in his hand while he awaits the door to open and her to came in. What is he doing here? He keeps tell himself he's coming to save her, this is not good for her or that he's helping Nate, but to speak the truth he's doing that only for himself...