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Started November 12, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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Elide opened her mouth to protest but decided against it. She nodded and sighed through her nose, closing her eyes.

Phoebe found herself stroking Elide's hair, rocking her gently from side to side. "If you want to talk, that's fine, if not, that's fine too."

Elide opened her eyes and looked down at her lap, “Two years… two years tomorrow since they died…” She sighed, “It’s not fair…”

"It isn't fair, not at all," Phoebe murmured. "If you don't mind me asking, how did it happen?"

Elide stiffened but after a moment she relaxed, “Car accident on the motor way. Some guy was speeding, lost control of his car and crashed into us… I don’t even know how I was the only one to survive…”

"That's terrible.." Phoebe whispered. "I– I'm sorry. What– what were they like?"

Elide cracked a small smile, “Luke was… protective to say the least. Always the jokester. Mum, dad… they were kind, loving… always there when I needed.”

“They sound amazing,” Phoebe said sincerely. “I’m sure they were great people.”

“They were…” Elide sighed and only then realised how close she was to Phoebe and her face heated a little, not quite knowing why.

Phoebe did her best to ignore the barest hint of a blush that was suddenly dusting Elide’s cheeks. “So.. are you adopted, then? If I’m being pushy you can tell me—“

“It’s fine, Phoebe,” Elide gave her friends hand a reassuring squeeze, “And yeah, I’m adopted… Giselle is American and that’s why we had to move over here… Damien is British like me, though.”

Phoebe cursed her stupid heart for fluttering when Elide squeezed her hand. "Do you miss Britain? Do you have any adopted siblings?"

“I don’t have any adopted siblings, no,” Elide bit her lip for a moment, “I… In some ways, yes, I do miss England but in other ways I don’t… I wouldn’t have met you if we’d stayed.”

The remark made Phoebe smile ridiculously wide. “I’m happy to have met you too, Elide.”

Elide looked up at Phoebe and smiled back. She took in her friends face and how beautiful she was and realised she probably looked a mess from crying.

Phoebe barely resisted the urge to wipe the tears from Elide’s gorgeous face, grabbing a box of tissues from the sink and handing it to her.

“Thanks…” Elide muttered, pulling out a few tissues and wiping at her eyes and face, “God I’m a mess.”

A beautiful mess.
Phoebe shook her head gently. “No, you’re not. By a long shot.”

Elide huffed a laugh, “Oh I definitely am. Trust me on that.”

“Not as big of a mess as me,” Phoebe said, trying to joke around to ease the atmosphere. You put the hot in hot mess…

Elide bumped Phoebe with another laugh, “Never. We’re both messes, who about that?”

Phoebe laughed lightly. “Sure.” But you’re the hot part and I’m the mess part. Oh, how she wished that she could say that out loud… but she couldn’t.

“I’m glad we’re in agreement.” Elide smiled and stood up, holding out her hand for Phoeve to take, “Dance with me, out in the party.”

Phoebe froze up for a split second, before her face split open into a huge smile. She took the hand, standing. “Of course.”

Elide grinned and led them back into the party, looking over her shoulder at Phoebe with a huge smile.