You know that bit of pure bliss in the morning? The one moment of joy the second you open your eyes; no worries, nothing lingering in the air to haunt you. Just pure bliss.

That's what Brandon felt as the sun coming through the window awoke him; for a moment, he was so happy. No thoughts, none of the anxiety he had to live his life with every hour of the day.

He took a deep breath as he came out of it. He wanted to hang onto that feeling, but as always, memories return, one of which brought his anxiety right back again.

He shot up, gasping. "Shit!"

Pulling off the blanket, the reality set in.

He was naked.

Meaning....

He slowly turned, afraid of what was to his side.

And behold, Elenor was there, staring at him like a raging bull, as if smoke was coming out of her ears as she huffed at him.

Eyes widening, he scooted back in surprise. "E-Ellie..."

"What did you fucking do?" She shouted, causing anxiety to rise in his chest.

"I...we...uhh.." he stuttered, reaching up a hand to tug on his hair nervously.

Before he could say another word, Elenor shoved him off of the bed, and he fell to the floor with a loud and painful thud.

As he stood, she walked over to him with a blanket wrapped around herself to cover everything.

"Did you fucking take advantage of me, Flowers?"

"I-I didn't..." he stuttered. "I didn't mean to!"

He was met with a hard slap in the face. He stood there for a moment in shock as he held his cheek.

"You are such an asshole!" She shouted, walking over to collect her clothes angrily. "You think I wanted this?"

In reality, she hated the fact that she remembered wanting it; because she did. She remembered all of it. And she hated that she had liked it.

So the only reasonable thing to do was put on her usual asshat mask, and make him feel like he had done something absolutely awful to her.

Of course, with Brandon, nothing goes as expected.

Standing in the same place, biting his nails anxiously as she collected her clothing, Brandon looked up with tears in his eyes. "Do I turn myself in?"

Elenor stopped in her tracks, before pulling her shirt over her head. "I mean, that would be ideal but..." she mumbled. "Not very logical."

He began to pace, taking a deep breath. "I really didn't..." he muttered. "I really didn't mean to.."

She threw his pants at him. "Stop walking around with that thing hanging out, please." She rolled her eyes. "Knock it off, okay? Let's just forget about this."

"I'm sorry, Elenor." He looked up at her as he slipped his pants on. "I really don't know what i was thinking..."

She got up in his face. "Forget about it." She said sharply, lingering on the 'T.'

She made her way over to the mirror, where she fixed up her hair so that it didn't look like she had been doing anything the night before.

Her head throbbed as she realised she was very hungover, and all she was really worried about was getting back to the hotel before anyone wondered where she went.

She turned around to see that Brandon was buttoning up a shirt on himself, and he looked up, giving her those large, sad eyes again.

"E-Elenor..." he murmured.

She shook her head. "It's fine, okay?" She muttered. "Don't fucking...turn yourself in or some shit."

He nodded, and she rolled her eyes. She couldn't take his guilt complex any longer.

Without a word, she began to leave the room. She would find a ride back one way or another, but it would not be with him.

She couldn't let anyone know about this.

Brandon ran after her, biting his lip. He wasn't going to let this happen, this was what he was worried about; accidentally becoming connected to her again only to have her walk out.

He followed her to the door, where, in a lapse of judgement, he grabbed her wrist before she could leave. "Ellie, no.." he muttered as she turned to look at him with an expression of shock. "Not again..."

She gave him an angry glare, ripping her arm away."Don't you grab me, Flowers!"

She turned to open the door, and he did it again.

"No!" He finally shouted in response. "I'm not letting you just...walk out again!"

She laughed ironically. "I didn't walk out." She shoved him away, causing him to stumble back a couple of steps. She got up in his face, looking right into his soft, hurt eyes. "You did."

"Elenor..." he mumbled in a warning tone as she stomped back over to the door. "I know...I was so dumb back then...I was selfish.."

He followed her outside, reaching for her arm as she walked down his front steps.

When they reached the driveway, she turned to him, eyes filling with tears as he looked at her pleadingly.

"Please, Elenor..." he murmured, tears filling his own eyes. "I'm a different man now, I know what I want."

"You have no idea what you did to me, Brandon." She muttered through gritted teeth. "All that mattered was Vegas and your fucking band. You had plans and I wasn't even part of them."

"Elenor...please." He sobbed, running a hand through his hair as he tried to calm himself. "That's- that's not true.."

"Yeah?" She spat. "Well look what fucking city you're standing in."

"I hadn't realised Chicago was so important, okay?"he looked into her eyes. "What about me, Elenor? What about where I wanted to be?"

"We were in a relationship!" She cried, looking around and motioning to the city. "You chose this shithole over me."

"I didn't choose it over y-"

"Brandon, I was pregnant." She interrupted, causing him to freeze.

Pregnant?

The word bounced back and forth through his head a few times before he could finally speak.

"Y...you what?"

She sighed, looking down to her feet. "You got me pregnant, your album took off, and you just dipped." She sniffled after she spoke, a single tear running down her cheek.

His face fell at her hurt; no wonder she hated him so much. How did this make him better than any typical heart-breaker rockstar?

"My God, Ellie..." he mumbled, lifting a hand to his cheek. "I...I really didn't know..."

He looked like a deer in the headlights processing this, all of those years flashing through his mind like a slideshow. The puzzle pieces fit together so easily now, and he saw why she treated him like the villain.

Because now he really felt like one, standing there in shock as she sobbed, her eyes on the ground.

He had broken this woman, he had turned her into something he never imagined she would be.

If he had just moved to Chicago with her.

If he hadn't been afraid of becoming of a failure...

But now another question lingered in his mind, and he hesitated, but he asked "D-Did you keep it?"

She looked up at him, her eyes unbothered and tired. "What do you think, Brandon?"

Somehow this hurt him even worse; the fact that she went through all of that because of him.

Because of him.

He bit his lower lip, the thoughts filling his head, spinning and flashing, so he trembled, looking down at the ground.

I'm such an awful man.

Tears filled his eyes as he wrapped his arms around himself in an attempt to self-soothe. His heart began to race and his breathing became unsteady. He knew he was having yet another panic attack.

And how ironic it was, the way they had met, he stood in front of her, his body shaking as his mind raced; but now she wasn't there to comfort him, but rather watch as the man fell to his knees, pulling at his hair, scratching at his skin as tears streamed down his face.

He buried his face in his hands, finding himself sobbing loudly. He was so sorry, and he knew that he could never fix this; therefore, sorry would never suffice.

He looked up at her, kneeling at her feet as he cried. "I-I'm so..." he took a shallow breath, his state affecting his ability to speak. "Sorry...I'm sorry..."

Elenor stared at him, and she didn't know what she felt.

At that point, she was only numb.

She wanted this apology, but it still didn't quite satisfy whatever it was inside of her. What more did she want? He was on his knees for her, crying, panicking.

Nothing was enough for her, was it?

So she laid a hand on his cheek, wiping away a stream of tears as he gazed at her with those big eyes of his.

She sighed, kneeling down beside him.

She didn't quite know what she was doing but, without another thought, she opened up her arms for him.

In a moment, he fell into her embrace, and they held one another tightly in a forgiving silence.