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It had been almost two weeks since Elio had arrived on Ava's doorstep, breaking down to his best friend that night everything in his life dissolved. In truth, he didn't like to think about it. Didn't like to think about the things he'd said to Rowan that day, or to imagine how she'd left him without so much as a goodbye. The next few days following, Elio had barely moved from Ava's couch, unable to decide on what he was meant to do next. How was he supposed to do anything when everything he had was so closely tied to Rowan? On the fourth day, he'd returned home to pick up some more things he'd failed to pack, do some laundry, and check to see whether or not Rowan had been back. She hadn't. What Elio did find however was that the house had been moved to his name. Just like that, Rowan had handed over her half to him entirely. Elio still didn't even know where she staying, presumably with Zennon or Ilija, but at least she knew what she wanted, or didn't, he supposed. He couldn't think about any of it too hard without feeling as though he was losing the reigns again. He didn't need a repeat of that night as he'd sat with Ava for hours trying to comprehend what happened. Shortly after that, he'd found Rowan had removed herself from their company listing too. The business they'd been working on for years, she just walked away from that too. Was there anything or anyone she hadn't removed herself from? Had she been to see Honey? Elio knew he hadn't either, he was in no place to criticize, although he didn't want Honey to see him as drained as he was. Soon, he would write a letter; if nothing else, just to let Honey know that he hadn't left her completely, too.
Over the next few days, Elio had more or less moved in with Ava, residing in her flat above the bookshop, at least until he could figure out what he was doing next. He didn't want to run the business without Rowan, didn't want to return home where the only thing there was his own thoughts for company. Ava had persuaded him to at least get out of the house when he could, to walk to the nearby markets if only for the fresh air. And he had, not because it was what he wanted, but because he knew he had to pull himself together, sooner rather than later. Perhaps Chrys wouldn't want Elio anywhere near his daughter now he didn't have Rowan's influence, but after the last five years of taking care of Honey for him, Elio knew he had to make the effort to see the commitment through. He'd told Honey once that whenever she needed him, he would be there, and he wasn't about to start breaking his promises now.
Walking through the bookshop that sat directly under the flat, Elio was peering through the latest novels, more from curiosity than anything else. He couldn't remember the last time he'd read a book by choice. His eyes weren't really reading the titles on the spines, however, more than he was going through the motions of someone who may have been trying to fit in. The small bell over the front door rang out, and Elio turned his head toward the noise but lingered when he saw who came into the room.
Over the next few days, Elio had more or less moved in with Ava, residing in her flat above the bookshop, at least until he could figure out what he was doing next. He didn't want to run the business without Rowan, didn't want to return home where the only thing there was his own thoughts for company. Ava had persuaded him to at least get out of the house when he could, to walk to the nearby markets if only for the fresh air. And he had, not because it was what he wanted, but because he knew he had to pull himself together, sooner rather than later. Perhaps Chrys wouldn't want Elio anywhere near his daughter now he didn't have Rowan's influence, but after the last five years of taking care of Honey for him, Elio knew he had to make the effort to see the commitment through. He'd told Honey once that whenever she needed him, he would be there, and he wasn't about to start breaking his promises now.
Walking through the bookshop that sat directly under the flat, Elio was peering through the latest novels, more from curiosity than anything else. He couldn't remember the last time he'd read a book by choice. His eyes weren't really reading the titles on the spines, however, more than he was going through the motions of someone who may have been trying to fit in. The small bell over the front door rang out, and Elio turned his head toward the noise but lingered when he saw who came into the room.