Broken hearts, Always get fixed.

Chapter 66: Where does this leave us?

Did i just have a mental breakdown and got this idea for a new chapter? I did, So enjoy my sloppy after crying work.

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Her chest felt tight.
Her breathing quickened.
The tears were streaming down her face, one by one.
Her vision disfigured and it looked as if she was looking through a fish-eyes lens.

"Elle?" She heard a voice call, but her eyes remained looking through a "fish-eyed lens".  "Elle, hey, hey it's ok." She could make out that voice anyway.

It was her husband.

"Oh Pat." She sobbed into his chest. He didn't care that his shirt was becoming wet, he didn't care at all. Ellen has been having these nightmares for 2 weeks now, the same one over and over again. About the attack.. it somehow felt real to her, she knew it was just acting but somehow the attack felt real. In more ways than one.

"I- I- breathing-," she tried to say but it came out sob after sob. He still got the memo and slowly shifted in the bed making him laying on his back with her on top listening to beats of his heart. Lately it's been the only thing calming her done.. he was running out of options. He wanted to mention therapy, he was tired, exhausted actually.. countless nights unable to sleep even if Ellen was sleeping just to make sure she was still alive and breathing.

"Sh.. sh.. it's ok, I got you." He robbed her back soothingly, well, trying his best at least. And that's all that mattered to Ellen. She knew how much these night terrors affected him as well she could see the sparkle slowly fading from his eyes, the bags slowly appearing from his lack of sleep. It hurt her to see him slowly losing himself.

"I'm sorry." Ellen randomly blurted after she got her breathing under control and rolled off him.

"Sorry? For what?"

"Everything.."

"Hey, listen-," he moved his finger under her chin to make them face to face slowly bringing his lips down to hers planting a soft kiss on her lips. "Having nothing to be sorry about Ells, these things happen. They are bound to happen after trauma." He said with a classic 'mcDreamy smile'.

"I love you."

"I love you more." He said.

"Impossible."

"Actually, it is quite possible. I've loved you since 2x27."

"And I've loved you since our lips met for the first time in the 'chemistry test'."

"I hated that test."

"Excuse me?!" He acted hurt.

"No no, not like that, I just hate those tests in general."

"Oh. Good. Still, my point proven, I love you more." He smiled like an idiot.

"But I love you more than you'll ever know." She smiled back at him slowly leaning into his face planting yet another soft, gentle, warm kiss in his lips. "Hm, see, that's what I love." He said caressing her cheek.

"Me too." She said quickly placing another before getting out of the bed and walking over to in suite bathroom. Patrick's eyes followed her hips, she was swaying them extra knowing he was watching. "You're a tease!" He shouted at her when she closed the bathroom door. She slowly opened it and peeked her head out. "I know." She giggled.

Patrick feel back on the bed. All his emotions hitting him at once. He heard the shower turn on and let his emotions free.

The anger, the sadness, the guilt, the tiredness. Everything came in like a train pounding into a cement block, only his heart was the cement block. He couldn't keep seeing his Ellie like this. Something had to change. He knew it.. and he had a plan. A plan that would make both of their lives easier.

He got up from the bed and walked over to their closet carefully taking his suitcase down from shelf they storage them on. He laid it down carefully on the bench and started packing clothes, sock, underwear, shirts, pants, even suits.

Once he was satisfied with everything he packed he grabbed a smaller carry-on and went to the other bathroom grabbing his toiletries.

He packed it all away and rolled the suit case down the stairs after changing. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen writing down a note, well more a of letter, for Ellen. Explaining everything.

And just like that he was gone. Off on his destiny to, who knows where.

Only thing left to do now is wait.

If every breath is sacred
God, I want to breathe
Deep enough to feel something
Deep enough to believe..