All I Want

"I wanted to thank you."

The quick tapping of a typewriter filled the office as Keats busied himself upon his task at hand. However, though his fingers were moving, the article was containing no words exactly. The paper merely contained a jumble of letters brought together to signify his exact thoughts of the moment. Eventually he pushed himself back on the chair and stood up, his feet carrying him to the window behind his desk. He reached forward, sliding an index finger between the blinds to peer out onto his side of the Netherworld. Most men would humor themselves in what was bothering them, pretending to be ignorant of the obvious but Keats in no way desired to be such a man. He knew what kept his thoughts from being completely focused.

Ellen.

Though she had spoken her 'Goodbye' the day their adventure ended, she never really left him alone. After all, he was her 'guardian' when she needed him and certain things were too tough for the young messenger. Yet, this was not what played upon his mind. Her visits began often enough, barging into his office as if she had owned the place and getting tea together for the two of them. Sometimes, it was without her needed a task from him but rather just to be bothersome. A few nights, she fell asleep on his couch while he worked.

The days trailed on such as that only she seemed to be stressed after a few months a little bit quieter. Her visits became fewer, not appearing in his domain for days at a time. Days turned to weeks and now it was going on a month since he had last seen or heard from her. At first, he felt the quiet quite enjoyable but the dartboard wasn't enough to keep himself entertained.

Moving back to the chair, he allowed himself to flop down onto its worn cushion and release a breath. Removing his glasses, the man rubbed at his eyes. Where is she? His thoughts rolled over the possibilities of an accident but he knew that wasn't the case. He would've been informed. Replacing his glasses, he allowed his eyes to drift towards the couch that had that girlie decorated blanket and pillow she had brought with her one day. He had despised it, saying the material had no place in his office but she insisted. Involuntarily, he felt the corners of his lips rise up in a smile as he remembered the fuss she made about the whole ordeal. He had to admit that the young woman was adorable when she got fussy- her cheeks red, arms crossed, and chest puffed out like an angry cat.

Ugh... don't tell me I'm... He grunted lightly to this thought though he knew the answer, his thoughts only interrupted as he heard his door open once again. Standing up quicker than he would've liked, he pressed his hands onto the desk, "Where the hell were you?!"

Ellen nearly jumped out of her skin the moment she heard an angry male voice once she entered. He had been ill tempered with her before but nothing like that. "E-excuse me? Where do you think I've been?"

Keats cursed silently to himself, sliding his hands into his pockets as he stood there and looked to the girl. Why hadn't he noticed before how grown she looked now? She had cut her blonde hair so that it was shoulder length, pinning her bangs out of her eyes mostly. She still had that habit of holding her hand against her chest, something he felt was silly since the day he met her. "Well well, look what the cat dragged in. I've got some more tea that I think you'll enjoy." He chuckled lightly, motioning towards the kitchen as he moved to sit in his chair again.

"Actually, Keats... That's kind of what I've come to talk to you about. I don't want to be a bother to you any longer. You're... so busy all the time. I just came to say that I won't be coming here anymore."

His gaze raised to her again, the smile he once so proud bared for her fading from his face.

Goodbye...

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Thanks for reading the first chapter~ Will get adult in later chapters hopefully. :D Also, I posted this originally under the wrong category @@