From: Eli Davenport
Subject: Merry Christmas
Date: December 25th at 9:47 PM
To: Guinevere Poe
My Guinevere,
I miss you.
Your Eli.
P.S. I love you more than Romeo loved Juliet.
Eli
Almost a week had gone by and we hadn’t had much time to talk. She was busy getting ready to move to another country for the month and I was swamped between work and Sophia. Even so, I still missed her. It was one thing to say, “Let’s have a long distance relationship,” and another to actually be in one. Thanksgiving, Christmas, and now New Year’s…the holidays were hard enough to get through by yourself, let alone apart from the person you wanted to spend them with.
“Urgh, Eli what is wrong with you?” I groaned, lying back on my couch. Hannah had Sophia for New Year’s Eve and most of the next morning before we would trade off. It wasn’t the life I wanted for my daughter, to be bounced between parents, but I honestly didn’t know what else to do.
The last few months have been insane.
Grabbing my phone again, I refreshed my inbox.
Nothing.
When had I become this person? The type of guy who waited by the phone? It was annoying me and even still I was tempted to hit the refresh button again.
“Five.”
“Four.”
“Three.”
“Two.”
“One.”
I counted down, hearing the cheers roar outside the window.
Happy New Year.
For the third time I hit refresh and the moment I saw the notification, I sat back up against the couch.
From: Guinevere Poe
Subject: Happy New Year
Date: January 1st at 12:01 AM
To: Eli Davenport
Being away from each other like this is hard…too hard, Eli.
“That’s it? She has to be fucking kidding me.” I muttered, tossing the phone onto the other side of the couch and getting up. Taigi glanced up at me, barked once, and then turned his head away as if he couldn’t even be bothered. “Don’t start with me.”
Pulling off my shirt, I threw it on the couch before heading to the bathroom. Whatever freak out Guinevere was having, I’d deal with it in the morning. I was far too tired to even—