{ medicine }
Going back home to cry to their mother, on the darkest days of their lives, was the twin thing. Like Dorian who somehow found himself back in his old house after his breakup, Elodie will soon find herself in her old room with worried Davina. But first let’s look back at the day Elodie walked out of her home.
It would be quite dramatic if it was raining and she was on the side of the road, crying as raindrops slid down the windshield but it was a summer day, really hot one and with the ac on Elodie was, in fact, crying on the side of the road. Getting in her car with one suitcase she had no idea where she was going or what in the hell was she doing right now. Just leaving? Yeah, that was not really in her plans and it has never been. But one bad thought after another had her quickly packing her things and just walking out of that door with no plan. Why was she even doing that? (Check my other post heh) There were just too many thing going through her mind and she didn’t know how to deal with that without dragging her family down… But that would’ve been better than what she actually did. And she knew that. She knew that the moment she unlocked her car and thought about everything she said to her husband. So the same thing that surely destroyed him also destroyed her. How was she supposed go back when she was so cruel and careless?
She couldn’t and she didn’t. Not until she figures out why she was feeling the way she felt… no matter how wrong of her was to do that and how she knew she would regret every day of it. Back to the side of an empty road - Elodie’s been there for God knows how long, just crying and what we already know, ignoring every phone call or text. She was an awful person, that’s what she kept telling herself, her grip on the steering wheel tight even if she wasn’t driving. She could go to her parents… no. She couldn’t face anyone right now, she wouldn’t be able to take all the questions they would have. Not now. So she did the only thing one could do in this situation and found the furthest hotel in town. A forced smile and positive attitude as she paid for two night that disappeared as soon as she found herself behind the closed door.
And for those three days that’s where she’d been, leaving that room only to eat. Her parents tried calling her but she ignored them. They must’ve found out what happened and were worried about her whereabouts. Who wouldn’t be? She could be dead somewhere right now, not to be so dark or anything… She just left and told no one where she was going. Everyone should be a little worried about that, right? And Elodie thought that being alone would maybe help her figure out her thoughts but it did the opposite. The longer she was there alone the worse she felt and this wasn’t the first time she felt this way… only her mom could help her. So going back to the house she grew up in was what she finally did.
When Davina saw her daughter in front of the door she hugged her immediately, relieved her Elodie was… fine? Alive. But then she quickly dragged her in and closed the door behind her, a look on her face Elodie’s never seen before. Judgment, disappointment, worry… It was hard to figure it out and it only made Elodie feel worse. [color="mediumorchid”]”Where have you been? What happened?“[/color] Even if Davina looked like she was about to murder her (for not reaching out to her and telling her she was “fine”), Elodie could hear the concern and worry in her voice. Enough to finally make her completely break down again. ”I…“ The only think she managed to mumble as tears started rolling down her cheeks.
Soon she was back in her room, but after a long crying session with her mother by her side Elodie couldn’t tell her what happened. She didn’t know how, didn’t know how to put everything she felt into words. Just like she couldn’t do that for her husband. Davina told her about the call she received from Riker, out of many things he said he also asked if Elodie was there but she wasn’t. One thing Elodie asked of her mother was to not tell anyone she was there. No one. And as a good mother Davina told her she wouldn’t but she had to know what happened, from Elodie’s point of view. It took her a whole week to finally able to talk to her mother and tell her everything. What she did and said. But most importantly how she felt.