Trying my best [ota]
Elle stood in front of the bookshelf in Charles Xavier's office at the college, trying to decide where to even start first. It was a bit of a mess, Charles hadn't been kidding when he'd said he needed an assistant to help him clean. She had to do a good job, make everything look nice. She didn't want Charles to change his mind and realize she didn't deserve a second chance.
This would also take her mind off of Frank and how much her heart still hurt. How much she still wanted to go back to him. She'd considered it already a handful of times. Even if he'd never love her, a part of her still wanted to go back. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, hands reaching out to gather the books on the shelves.
This would also take her mind off of Frank and how much her heart still hurt. How much she still wanted to go back to him. She'd considered it already a handful of times. Even if he'd never love her, a part of her still wanted to go back. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, hands reaching out to gather the books on the shelves.