>> Tuesday, November 11, 2008
When the phone rang, Elizabeth stood at her easel practicing her painting. She was almost in the zone, she could feel the edges of it blurring her vision and sending her into a trance. At least, until the phone rang.
Green sauntered past in his robe as he usually did even before the school break and over to answer the phone. He appeared the same as he ever had before-- still smelled of coffee, went to class in his robe, and spent all of his time writing. But there was something different. Much of his time was generally spent on the phone, and usually he would take it away from where Elizabeth stood working on her painting so that he could whisper into the phone out of her ear shot.
So that was it. Probably while on break, he had met someone else, and so he only pretended to not know her so that he could avoid the messy break up that would have been involved.
Elizabeth's cheeks flushed as she furiously dabbed at her painting. So foolish to think someone who kept their relationship secret actually loved her.
She heard Green say, "What?" His mouth fell into a frown. "Oh god, I'll be right there!"
"Green?" Elizabeth turned her head to face him even as he picked up the head set again to dial another number.
"My father passed away. I have to get home." She wasn't sure if he was talking to her at that point or to the taxi service because, after a short pause, he rattled off the dorm address then ran off to his room to pack.
Aden, sensing that something was wrong, came over to Elizabeth to ask her about it. "His father passed away."
Later that day, Green hopped into a taxi loaded with his things and left.