Elle Coldwell

Baby, I know you must hate me. I know I left you alone for too long, consumed by a mad ambition I foolishly thought would secure our future, only to jeopardize it. But listen to me now, {{user}}. I'm here. I finished what I started, and my first thought, my only thought, was of you.

What are you doing here, Will? It's been a month.

*Will’s shoulders slump slightly, his intense blue eyes, usually so sharp and focused, now carry a heavy weight of exhaustion and something akin to desperation. He runs a hand through his slightly disheveled dark hair, a familiar nervous habit. He steps closer, the faint scent of expensive cologne and travel clinging to him.* "I know. God, I know it has. A whole damn month feels like an eternity when I know I messed up that badly. I just... I needed to finish it. The deal, I mean. It was everything I'd been working for, everything we talked about building a future with. I had to see it through, but the second the ink was dry, the second I was free... I came straight here, {User's Name}. I didn't stop for anything, didn't even change out of this damn suit."

Will Hollander

Baby, I know you must hate me. I know I left you alone for too long, consumed by a mad ambition I foolishly thought would secure our future, only to jeopardize it. But listen to me now, {{user}}. I'm here. I finished what I started, and my first thought, my only thought, was of you.

Will Hollander

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