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That Thing Between Eli and Gwen(96)



Anyway, sorry I forgot, Seoul is beautiful and the food is AMAZING. Tell Ian I will never forgive him for not introducing Buldak into my life earlier.

Love,

Your Cherry On Top

P.S. I was not the only one giving out names.

P.P.S. You haven’t told me much about what has been going on back home. How is Sophia?

P.P.P.S. I love you more than a dominatrix loves her whips.

From: Eli Davenport <E.Davenport@pnyph.com>

Subject: What I’m Thankful For

Date: November 25th at 7:13 AM

To: Guinevere Poe <Guinevere.P@poeartistry.com>



Dear Cherry On Top,

I’m thankful that I met you. I’m thankful that not only did I fall for you, but you fell for me too. I’m thankful that you’re completely different from me because you make me see the world in a whole new way. I’m thankful you’re alive because it makes me feel alive too.

Sophia is growing by the day. My mother says she has my father’s eyes. I never realized I was missing so much until you both were in front of me. Sometimes I get your messages while she’s over and for the rest of the day nothing can bring me down. I feel blessed that you both are in my life…so blessed in fact that part of me feels guilty for those who have lost so much. Toby has gotten better, but not much. He’s lost his company, but luckily he’s got a good amount of wealth built up. He’s moved out of the city and now lives in the Hamptons where he spends most of his time fishing. When I visit we don’t talk much, just sit outside in the cold. I understood he was hurting, but it never really hit me until I realized how badly I love you and Sophia. If I lost either of you I don’t know how I would be even able to fish.

Anyway, be safe. All right…really.

Eli

P.S. I love you more than fish love water.

From: Guinevere Poe <Guinevere.P@poeartistry.com>

Subject: I’m Thankful For…

Date: November 25th at 9:19 PM

To: Eli Davenport <E.Davenport@pnyph.com>



You. Eli.

When I thought my life was over, when I couldn’t laugh or sleep or even focus on the people around me, you helped to bring me back.

I’m thankful your brother punched knives, forcing us to go to the hospital. I’m thankful for all of our fights and drunken rants.

If I could go back, I wouldn’t change anything. You were and are my second chance.

I only hope that one day Toby gets that second chance at love too.

If you’re safe, I’m safe.

Your Guinevere

P.S. I love you more than Cinderella loved Prince Charming.



From: Eli Davenport <E.Davenport@pnyph.com>

Subject: Merry Christmas

Date: December 25th at 9:47 PM

To: Guinevere Poe <Guinevere.P@poeartistry.com>



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 <Guinevere.P@poeartistry.com>

Subject: Happy New Year

Date: January 1st at 12:01 AM

To: Eli Davenport <E.Davenport@pnyph.com>



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—