⊰ 7.5 ⊱ Weight of Responsibility

⊰ Cade ⊱

I sit at the table, sipping my beer as I wait for my date to arrive. The bustling energy of the restaurant envelops me—the clink of glasses, the hum of conversation, the occasional burst of laughter. My gaze scans the premises briefly, my gaze flickering from the semi-empty bar to the basketball game playing on the pair of TVs overhead when my attention is suddenly drawn to the door as a familiar figure walks in.

Elysian.

The mere sight of her is unsettling, my eyes following her as she makes her way to the bar and takes a seat. I can’t help but stare, my mind drifting, trying to recall the last time I’d seen her, before she mysteriously reappeared in my life.

It was an argument, as usual. Truthfully, I can’t remember doing anything with her except arguing. She kept trying to walk away from me while I was talking, knowing full well how much I hated it when she