Eliza owed nothing to Alessandra. When she and Oscar walked back into her hospital room together, Alessandra’s indictment was glaring but it did not mean anything. Clearly, she and Alessandra were not going to be able to resurrect their relationship, but they had tried at least.
She and Oscar left Alessandra in her hospital bed because there was nothing to say to her and if she could look that belligerent it was obvious she was doing better then when she had passed out. Oscar took her hand and kissed her temple before he left and Alessandra sat there kind of frozen with her hand stuck in the position he had kissed it in.
Eliza did not say a word to Alessa when she left, but it was the digital trail that followed her that let her know that Alessandra needed to have the last word. Whether it was her social media which was not even directed at her or shots from her studio where she was working, Eliza knew that everything was a message to her and Oscar.
Nothing was said directly @ either of them, but her cryptic tweets and dark images that she was working on which were not at all congruent with what she had been originally working on were clear to Eliza if no one else that she was angry and hurt.
Alessandra Wagnall had a following, and the things that she said and did were scrutinized by her followers who tracked her images in the media and speculated. Eliza herself had been noted as a particularly close gal pal of Alessandra’s and she wondered if that was what had caused Alessandra to feel the way she did. Maybe the media made her think she loved her?
Of course, she knew that was not true, but it kind of felt like it could have been nurtured whatever was there. The digital world was a hotbed for anything under the universe. Eliza did not even like social media herself, but she had been more drawn into it because it was everywhere and because she wanted to know if Alessandra would go any deeper. On Instagram, her current work was getting likes in the thousands.
Alessandra’s most recent photo was of herself in micro shorts and her hair covering her upper torso more than her blouse almost. She looked reminiscent of Jackson Pollock straddling her own canvas on the ground. Her dark hair almost touching the canvas. Eliza’s fingers hovered over the likes for the post which said simply, “No More Words.”
She was beautiful, and Eliza clicked away from the site because she was stalking Alessandra almost as much as Alessandra had been stalking her.
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I still feel something brooding between the two of them… and wonder what it will come to. Maybe a flirt after all, or a huge fight… I look forward to see.
~ Marie xox