The Educator

I wake-up with Elliot’s voice, telling me to eat breakfast. When I open my eyes, he wasn’t there. I sit up and look around only to see that I was alone on the bed. I look over to the clock standing on the bedside; it’s nine o’clock. Rest my back on the bed frame. I take a deep breath before I stand and slowly slide the door open. I see Elliot on the dinning table with breakfast and his laptop in front of him. His upper body in formal wear and his lower half, well, best for the bedroom. Elliot sees me and just the right time, his meeting ends.

I walk out and sit in front of him. There is so much on the table and I a little of each meal. Elliot looks at me as I get my food. I raise my eyebrow and say, “What?”

He shakes his head, “Nothing.” He breaths out heavily, “I have to tell you something”

I look at him, “If you have a meeting, it’s fine. Just do it. I’ll wait for you when you’re done. I have to start packing our things anyway” I start eating.

Elliot silently smiles, “Okay. I’ll leave my credit card as usual, alright?” he tells me.

I nod at him, “Maybe I’ll shop for make up later. Are you going to leave your laptop behind?” I ask him.

a light knock on the door. Elliot stands and opens it. There’s quick

him before he leaves. I am left with a buffet amount of food so I decide to watch Instagram stories. There were so many messages from friends and family but I did not feel like answering them at this moment. While I ate and watch stories, I look over to Elliot’s credit card. It was transparent from American Express. I stand to take Elliot’s

It’s Elliot.

much to see from

so, we must strive that

of faith, is all

rise from its smallest

-E”

smile a little. Is he