02-15-2025, 08:02 PM
Elyse smiled as she finished making the beverage. She had raided Anna’s liquor cabinet and was surprised to find what she needed. The drink she made required raspberry brandy to make, and surprisingly, Anna had some. It also required sparkling wine - that was a little less surprising. The drink was almost done. It needed one more thing before it was finished, but she no longer needed the liquor and put the bottles away.
A knock came on the door, and Elyse opened the door to find Hayden there. ”Perfect timing!” she said taking him by the hand and pulling him in, she let him remove his coat and follow him to the island in the kitchen. ”Im almost done with the drink - just a couple more things to do. I’m no bartender, but I’ve made this before even if it has been some time.” she said the “I’m no bartender in a way reminiscent of Hayden’s I’m no therapist line.
This was the first time that Hayden would really be seeing Elyse - the Elyse who wasn’t depressed, thinking about self harm, and drowning in guilt. Elyse still felt sadness. It was there, but it wasn’t depression. She felt normal and that was the only way to put it.
”Now if I made this right,” she said, lighting a match and setting it to the two cups she had made. As she wanted, they both went up in flames and she doused them with a shot of sparkling wine before handing one to Hayden. ”For you, my good sir!” she said raising her glass and taking a drink. ”How’s Hayden tonight?”
A knock came on the door, and Elyse opened the door to find Hayden there. ”Perfect timing!” she said taking him by the hand and pulling him in, she let him remove his coat and follow him to the island in the kitchen. ”Im almost done with the drink - just a couple more things to do. I’m no bartender, but I’ve made this before even if it has been some time.” she said the “I’m no bartender in a way reminiscent of Hayden’s I’m no therapist line.
This was the first time that Hayden would really be seeing Elyse - the Elyse who wasn’t depressed, thinking about self harm, and drowning in guilt. Elyse still felt sadness. It was there, but it wasn’t depression. She felt normal and that was the only way to put it.
”Now if I made this right,” she said, lighting a match and setting it to the two cups she had made. As she wanted, they both went up in flames and she doused them with a shot of sparkling wine before handing one to Hayden. ”For you, my good sir!” she said raising her glass and taking a drink. ”How’s Hayden tonight?”