INICIAR SESIÓNSusan
I hadn't intended to stay up late that night, but sleep wouldn't come. The weight of the day lingered in my chest like an unwelcome guest, replaying itself over and over in my mind: Elliot's piercing gaze, his composed demeanor, and the haunting way he looked at me like he was still trying to figure me out. It didn't matter that a decade had passed since we last stood face-to-face. He still had that unnerving ability to make me feel seen...seen in a way that no one else could. My apartment was quiet except for the faint hum of the city outside. I sank into the couch, clutching a cup of tea I didn't plan to drink. My laptop sat on the coffee table, glowing faintly. I should've been preparing for follow-ups on the proposal, but my mind kept drifting to the past...to the first time Elliot and I weren't just strangers on a campus. **** Flashback – Ten Years Ago It had been almost a year since our first meeting. By then, Elliot Prescott was no longer just the cocky guy who'd helped me find my way to class the second time we met. He was Elliot, the guy who'd randomly show up at the coffee shop where I worked, claiming it was the best on campus. The guy who'd saved me a seat in the library when it was packed during midterms. The guy whose laughter I could hear from across the quad and whose charm could light up the darkest room. He was also the guy who had a way of breaking down my walls without even trying. It was a cold evening in early November. The campus was quiet as students huddled inside, trying to escape the chill. I was walking back to my dorm after a late shift at the coffee shop when I heard his voice behind me. "You're out late." I turned to see him jogging up, his breath visible in the cold air. He was wearing a jacket over his usual hoodie, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. "So are you," I replied, trying to keep my voice neutral. He smirked. "Couldn't sleep. Thought I'd go for a walk. Lucky me, running into you." I rolled my eyes but couldn't hide the small smile tugging at my lips. "What do you want, Elliot?" "To make sure you don't freeze to death before you make it back to your dorm," he said easily, falling into step beside me. We walked in silence for a while, the sound of our footsteps crunching against the gravel. There was something comforting about his presence, even if I'd never admit it out loud. "You know," he said suddenly, breaking the quiet, "you don't have to work so hard." I glanced at him, startled. "What are you talking about?" He shrugged. "You're always working, always studying. It's like you're carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders." "That's because I am," I said, half-joking. He stopped walking, forcing me to stop too. His blue eyes were serious now, studying me in a way that made me want to squirm. "You don't have to do it alone, Susan," he said quietly. The sincerity in his voice caught me off guard. I opened my mouth to respond, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, I turned and kept walking. **** Present Day – Elliot It had been hours since the meeting ended, but I still couldn't get her out of my head. Susan Hart. She had always been a force of nature...determined, unrelenting, and impossible to ignore. Seeing her again, standing in my boardroom like she belonged there, had thrown me off in ways I hadn't expected. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling of my office. The city lights cast a faint glow through the windows, but I barely noticed. My mind was stuck in the past, in the years we spent together before everything fell apart. **** Flashback – Ten Years Ago We were sitting on the steps outside the library, sharing a bag of chips. The campus was quiet, most students already gone for the holidays. "What are your plans for Christmas?" she asked, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. I shrugged. "Family stuff, I guess. My mom throws these big, over-the-top dinners every year. You?" She hesitated, her fingers tightening around the chip bag. "I'll probably just stay here. Maybe pick up a few extra shifts at the coffee shop." "You're not going home?" She shook her head, avoiding my gaze. "It's complicated." I didn't press her. Susan didn't talk about her family much, and I'd learned not to push. Instead, I leaned back, stretching my legs out in front of me. "Well, if you get bored, you can crash my mom's party. She'd love you." She laughed, the sound soft and melodic. "Yeah, right. Your mom wouldn't even notice me with all her fancy guests around." "You'd stand out," I said without thinking. Her laughter faded, and she looked at me, her expression unreadable. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then she reached over and took the bag of chips from my hand. "Stop being cheesy," she said, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips. **** Present Day – Susan The sound of my phone buzzing on the coffee table snapped me out of my thoughts. I picked it up, my stomach sinking when I saw the name on the screen. "Hello?" "Ms. Hart, this is Gerald from Prescott Enterprises," the voice on the other end said. "Yes, Mr. Gerald. How can I help you?" "Mr. Prescott has a few follow-up questions regarding your proposal. Are you available for a meeting tomorrow morning?" I froze, my mind racing. Another meeting. With Elliot. "Of course," I said finally, forcing my voice to remain steady. "I'll be there." As I hung up, I let out a shaky breath. Ten years apart, and now it felt like the universe was determined to throw us together at every turn. This wasn't just business anymore. This was personal.SusanThree years laterThe dog got to the door first.He always did. He was enormous, ridiculous, and the color of old wheat, and he had never once in his life been taught that a door was something you opened rather than something you flung yourself against. By the time I'd set down my bag and slipped off my shoes, he was already prancing in circles in the hall, tail beating the wall like a drum."Yes," I said. "Hello. I missed you too.""Mama!"The word came from somewhere around knee level, followed by the thunder of very small feet. I turned just in time to catch him, two and a half years old, damp from the bath, wearing one sock and a pair of pajamas decorated with cartoon boats, running full tilt down the hall as though he'd been shot from a cannon.I scooped him up. He smelled of soap and warm skin and, faintly, of toast."Hi, Julian," I said, into his hair. "Did you have a good day?""Gerald came.""Did he?""He brought a book." He pulled back, serious, and held up two small f
ElliotBy late spring, the third center was finished.I had watched it rise from the ground in stages, as one watches a child grow in photographs...a bare lot in winter, a skeleton of beams by February, a roof by April. I had walked the site only twice, both times at Susan's invitation, and both times I had kept my hands in my pockets and my questions to a minimum.It wasn't my project. I had learned that lesson, finally, and I had learned it well.But on the morning of the opening, standing at the edge of the crowd in a plain dark suit, I felt something swell in my chest that had nothing to do with ownership and everything to do with pride.The building was low and bright, with a wide front porch and a bank of tall windows that caught the sun. A banner hung above the door, hand-lettered by the children who would use the center in the fall. A hundred folding chairs stood in rows on the lawn, and most of them were already full...staff and volunteers, families from the district, neighbo
SusanThe first thing I noticed about the foundation, on my first morning back, was that the receptionist stood up.She had done it before, on the Monday the news first spread. But that had been tentative, the half-rise of a woman unsure of the protocol. This time she was on her feet before I reached the door, with a bright, nervous smile and a small folded card in her hand."Welcome back, Mrs. Prescott," she said.I stopped.It was an ordinary greeting. It was, I understood perfectly well, meant with nothing but kindness. But the name landed on me like a coat I hadn't tried on yet, too new, too stiff, a little too big across the shoulders.I smiled at her anyway."Good morning," I said. "And thank you. But honestly, you can call me Susan.""Oh." She flushed. "I didn't want to presume...""You're not presuming. I'd like it." I took the card from her hand. "Everyone here has been calling me Susan for a long time. I'd hate for that to change."She nodded, relieved and a little amazed, a
SusanOn the last night, we didn't go anywhere.There was no dinner reservation, no long walk, no plan. Elliot lit the fire in the old stone hearth, and I opened every window in the house to let the sea air through, and together we cooked something that was neither dinner nor a disaster. We ate it on the porch with our feet propped on the rail, watching the tide draw out across the sand in long silver sheets.Ten days had gone by like a single long afternoon.I hadn't opened my laptop once. I hadn't checked a message, or a calendar, or a board report. I had slept until I woke, eaten when I was hungry, and talked until the words ran out and then kept talking in the silence. I had stopped counting hours somewhere around the third day, and I had never felt so rested in my life.And tomorrow, we were going home."You're quiet," Elliot said."I'm saying goodbye.""To the house?""To the ten days." I turned my head against the back of the chair. "I know we'll go back to our real life. I'm l
Elliot The morning after the storm, the whole world looked rinsed.I woke to a sky so blue it hurt, and sunlight pouring through the curtains in long, bright bars, and the smell of wet earth and salt drifting in through the open window. The air had a crispness to it, a new washed clarity, as though the night had cleaned the edges off everything.The other side of the bed was empty.I lay still for a moment, listening. And then I heard it, a clatter from the kitchen, a muffled curse, and the unmistakable sound of a woman trying very hard to be quiet and failing.I was smiling before I'd even opened my eyes."Do not come in," Susan said, when I reached the kitchen doorway.I stopped.She stood at the counter in one of my old shirts, her hair piled messily on top of her head, a streak of flour across her cheekbone and a wooden spoon clutched in one fist like a weapon. Every surface behind her was covered in bowls. A pan sat smoking gently on the stove. Something that might once have bee
SusanThe rain came on the fifth day.It arrived without warning, rolling in off the sea in a long gray wall, and by midmorning the whole world beyond the windows had dissolved into water and wind. The waves heaved against the shore. The porch boards drummed. The shutters rattled in their frames, and somewhere under the eaves a loose piece of tin tapped out a ragged, patient rhythm.I loved it at once."It's a proper storm," Elliot said, standing at the window with a mug of coffee, his hair still rumpled from sleep. "I should have checked the forecast.""You really shouldn't have," I said from the couch, tucking my feet beneath a blanket. "This is perfect.""It's the end of our beach days.""It's the beginning of our inside days." I patted the cushion beside me. "Come here."He came. He sat down, and I leaned against him, and he pulled the blanket over both of us. The fire he'd lit in the old stone hearth crackled low and golden. Outside, the storm wailed and battered at the glass, an
Susan The room faded behind me the moment Elliot led me away, our fingers entwined like lifelines. I barely remembered who was clapping or who raised a glass. My heels clicked down the polished hallway as we walked in silence, hearts pounding too loud to speak.We didn’t go to the main lounge or h
Elliot I woke up alone again.The other side of the bed was empty, the sheets cool to the touch. I ran a hand through my hair, irritation already simmering beneath my skin. This had become a pattern...Susan leaving at dawn before I even got the chance to hold her, to talk to her, to feel like we w
ElliotThe moment I stepped off that stage, the tension in the air was so thick one could cut it's edge with a knife..I barely made it into the hallway before Gerald caught up to me, his voice low but urgent."Sir..." He hesitated, carefully choosing his words. "That was unexpected."I smirked. "W
SusanI tossed the phone aside and leaned my head back against the couch, letting out a frustrated sigh. The notepad still sat there on the counter, mocking me with its presence. Why had I left it behind? Was fate playing some cruel trick on me, or was it just my own stupidity?It's just a notepad,







