Never Really Over

Elizabeth Rose Adams was sat at the island in her kitchen looking down at her dairy, staring at the pages which held information regarding her week ahead. Tomorrow was the day she started her new job, a UVA professor of Political science and Math.

Elizabeth; a strong, independent women, she was average height, very slim built, flowing blonde locks and the biggest brown eyes people would melt in, she was 25 years old, she was British but living in America, and had been for nearly 7 years now. She was thinking back over her life and how she ended up where she is today; Growing up she always felt different from her peers, she never really felt that much challenged her and often she strived for greatness.

When Elizabeth was 17 her parents were involved in a car crash which unfortunately ended both their lives. Elizabeth never talks about this, until this day she remains in silence over their death. Not long after the tragic incident Elizabeth felt she didn't have much left for her in England. Sure she had a few aunties and uncles, some grandparents and her dearest of friends but she didn't have her immediate family anymore, so with that she applied for a job in the CIA, she got accepted and moved to America at the age of 18.

She worked as a CIA analyst for 6 years before deciding it was time to change her roots. That lead her to where she is now, she'd spent the previous 6/8 months buying herself a house, (there had been no need for a set base in the CIA as she was hardly ever 'home'.) and decorating it to finally have someone she could call home. Now she was to start her new job tomorrow.

Elizabeth was nervous to say the least, but excited about the challenge. With that in mind Elizabeth swirled the red liquid around the glass, finished the last few drops and headed to bed. Tomorrow was the start of something new.

Dr Henry Patrick McCord was sat on his bed after taking a long shower. He was deep in thought, thinking about his life and how he got to where he is today; a Religious and ethics scholar teaching at UVA.

Henry; a gentle but deeply valued and passionate man. He was a tall man, muscular build, dark hair and deep brown eyes. He was 33 years old, he was an American. He had lived in America all his life, but often travelled due to his previous work commitments.

When Henry was 18 years old he joined the marines as a fighter pilot. He tavelled the world and worked hard in the Marines for 12 years, until he received the news his mother was sick, at which point he decided now was the time to settle and remain closer to home, to be there for her. With that he spent the previous 2 and a half years buying himself a little house and landed his Job at UVA.

Henry recalled a conversation with a colleague on Friday...

'Henry we got a new professor starting Monday, can you show her around' James said stopping Henry leaving the staff room.

'No I can't sorry, I'm not the most sociable of people anymore James' with that Henry swiftly left.

Henry sighed, he used to be so friendly and loving towards people, but since his mum had been sick his time and energy was consumed, his light inside him had gone out. With that he got changed and jumped into bed, ready to start a new week.