“i’m not gonna force you to come with me.” ellie’s hands were firm on your waist. your breaths were quick and short due to cold night air and running from cops. not the way ellie expected the night to go.

she was supposed to get a drink or two, loose herself in a sea of people who had no idea who she was and hopefully, not likely get over you. not almost get busted for drinking and have to take care of her drunk ex. ugh, ex?

“but we can’t stay here.” she whispered, trying to keep her eyes from drifting to your lips. lips she could kiss a month ago with no hesitation. had it really been a month?

she couldn’t even remember what you’d been fight about, just that it ended in the most heartful break-up in her life. maybe that was dramatic, but she was still very in love with you so maybe not. “hey, hey—“ she cupped your cheek as the situation started to set into your drunk mind. “you’re gonna be fine, babe. just lemme help. please?” she didn’t have to beg, but let’s be honest. she could and would.