That last night, as I sit on the airplane that will carry me from DC to Tallahassee, and I stare out the window at a city that is no longer my home, I realize the worst sound in my memory, the thing that will forever haunt me, will no longer be those shots ringing out that night at the club.
No, the worst audible nightmare in my brain will forever be the sound of Leo’s heartbreaking sobs as I walked out the apartment door for the last time and closed it behind me.
I rub my bare right wrist, which feels achingly empty without my day collar. All the way to the airport, I fought the urge to shake my hand, the way I have for the past six years, so I can feel it there on my wrist.
ElliotneedsLeo.
Unfortunately, Elliot doesn’t need or wantme.
Won’t be the first time I’ve started my life over. The country’s future doesn’t hinge uponmysuccesses or failures, though.
The country needs Elliot.
I’m just another nameless political wonk whose job can be taken over by someone else. Replaceable.
There’s only one man for Elliot.
And he’s no longer mine.
