The Tea Shop [mxm]

XXV: Where Dreams Come True

I want to start this by saying THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH for reading this and voting and commenting and I just reached 100k reads and I'm so happy! Thank you for following me on this journey which is quickly drawing to a close, as this is the very last chapter. I plan on writing an epilogue, but this is where Wren's and Elliot's story ends, sadly. I really hope I don't disappoint anyone with the ending, I've spent so much time dreading to write it but now it's here and I'm sad.

Well, as I said - Enjoy.

(Needless to say, this is not proofread)

Wren was waiting at the airport for Elliot's plane to arrive, and for the beautiful man to walk towards him. He'd been there way too early. Too eager and too filled with nervous energy to sit still in his hotel room for a minute longer, he'd rushed to the airport two hours early. Now, six cups of coffee later, he still couldn't sit still.

The truth is, he wasn't really nervous. That wasn't the right word to describe what he was feeling - in reality, he was scared to death. So afraid that what he'd done was unforgivable and that Elliot would choose to stay home and not go to France and a thousand other small things he couldn't even remember. He was so afraid.

With every quiet tick-tock of his wrist watch that echoed through Wren's mind like a gun shot, he grew more anxious. What if Elliot didn't show up? What then? He hadn't allowed himself to consider that possibility yet, once again too scared to consider the consequences. All he knew was that he needed Elliot to come, and come soon, or he might go mad.

The waiting was excruciating, and even more so the knowledge that Elliot might not be coming. Wren knew he'd done so many wrongs in the last few days, and there was no way of knowing whether or not they could be overlooked or at least forgiven, and it was killing him. Not having Elliot with him was killing him.

At first he was close to turning down the job in Paris, not wanting to leave Elliot behind, but then he thought of this. He remembered clearly that Elliot on multiple occasions had mentioned his dreams about moving to Paris and opening a bakery, or a café, and this was the perfect opportunity for both of them. Wren would get the change of scenery he'd desperately been waiting for, and if Elliot came with him he could fulfil his dream. And neither of them would have to be alone.

It was the best thing that could happen to them, but Wren was stupid enough to pull this stunt, not telling Elliot he was leaving and breaking his promises. That could possibly jeopardise the whole thing.

Hindsight is always 20/20.

But no matter what, he had faith in Elliot and believed that he would make the best decision for the both of them.

That didn't calm his nerves the slightest bit.

The time for Elliot's descend was rapidly approaching, and Wren could no longer sit at all. He started pacing back and forth, ignoring the annoyed looks from other people waiting for a loved one to arrive. The airport was busy as always, only slightly less so in the middle of the night. He'd wanted Elliot on the first flight possible, and since the journey was a few hours long that resulted in him landing at three AM.

His seventh cup of coffee stood forgotten on the floor where he previously sat, his only focus now was Elliot. Would he come out those doors with the rest of the passengers, or would Wren have to go home alone? But Paris wasn't home, not without Elliot.

Finally, after the hours of waiting came to and end, and the new arrivals came spilling out of the doors. Now, Wren waited patiently. There was no need to stress himself out; either Elliot was there, or he wasn't. He would know in a minute, and what happened afterwards could wait. All he wanted now, was to see that gorgeous baker's face amongst the crowd.