Victoria could not figure it out. Ever since Elliot left, time had started dragging in a way she had never experienced before. She kept catching herself thinking about him.
She would picture Elliot in that apron of his, his profile soft and focused, carefully making soup for her.
She would remember the way his eyes used to rest on her, never looking away, full of tenderness and devotion.
She would recall how he looked when she kissed him, that shy smile brimming with love.
She went to a friend and asked what was happening to her.
The friend, who had been through countless relationships, said, "You're falling in love."
Victoria felt like she had been struck by lightning.
'How could I possibly have fallen for Elliot, of all people? An orphan.'
She decided it had to be nothing more th
