endless - discontinued

4

T H E
N E X T
D A Y

Andrew was on the ground and held the 10th letter in his hand.

He fell asleep reading, his face was stained with tears and Andrew looked like a mess.

A soft knock woke Andrew up from his slumber.

"Come in," Andrew spoke in a gruff voice.

In came Andrew's mother, Andrea.

She was currently 43 years, giving birth to Andrew at the age of 20.

Andrea still looked young and healthy.

Andrea Cunnings was married to Noah Cunnings.

She used to be a famous model and He was CEO of a business company, which is now passed onto Andrew.

Both the parents loved and adored Eleanor.

She was perfect for Andrew, she was incredibly smart, thoughtful and talented.

Eleanor was an Author but was able to sing, dance and paint.

She painted and sang daily but rarely danced, even if you mentioned her dancing she'd wince.

The parents loved her for her personality.

Eleanor used to always be cheerful and content.

That was all thrown out the trash year ago.

She got depressed, suicidal and finally broke.

Eleanor stopped attending parties and refused to leave the house.

She stopped painting and had no more inspiration and took a break from writing too.

Yet, Eleanor still went with Andrew to press conferences, business parties and faked a smile.

Andrew never realised those things until now.

No one did.

Not Andrew, not Andrew's parents and certainly not her family.

"I heard what happened," Andrea uttered with sympathy.

She gave him a small smile and walked towards him,

"No one knows. That stuff on the news? It's fake. They don't know, not even I knew what was going on," Andrew whispered loud enough for Andrea to hear.

Andrea raised a brow at him.

"I loved someone else," Andrew said.

Andrea shook her head.

She couldn't believe this.

"Why?" Andrea sighed.

He looked at her in the eye and said the truth.

"I got bored of her."

This was all it took for Andrea to slap Andrew.

"I didn't raise you like this," Andrea spoke eerily calm.

"I know," Andrew sighed.

They talked for a couple of minutes as Andrea comforted his son.

Andrea knew that this was only a quarter of the pain Eleanor felt.

She always thought of Eleanor as a daughter.

She had known Eleanor for 11 years.

Andrea left the room and once again, Andrew was alone.

Andrew was selfish.

He was a hypocrite,

He didn't want this pain, he couldn't live a day without Eleanor.