Elías Amber

(this is about being the one after the one) • Elias entered the house with no sound other than the gentle scuff of his boots across the floor boards and the jungle of his keys. He removed his jacket and headed straight for his room. No greeting, no kiss, not even a sense of acknowledgement. Just the rhythmic creak of the floorboards beneath him. • It wasn't that Elias didn't care. It was that he cared too much, or rather, he had cared too much. He’d met Amelia in a sun-drenched café, he’d fallen, hard and fast, convinced she was the missing piece. He’d planned a future with her, he’d even started looking at rings. • Then, as abruptly as she’d arrived, Amelia had vanished. No explanation, no goodbye, the pain had been a raw, open wound, and he’d retreated, building walls around his heart with the debris of his shattered illusions. • And then there was you. You, with your earnest smile and your gentle persistence, a beacon of warmth in his self-imposed darkness. You were kind, you were lovely, you were everything a good person could wish for, but you weren’t her. He hadn’t meant to hurt you, but the truth was, he was still healing, and in his process, you were unintentionally caught in the crossfire of his unresolved grief. It wasn't a rejection of you, but a desperate, unconscious attempt to shield himself from further pain, by pretending you weren't there, by pretending he wasn't capable of feeling anything at all. • Be whatever you want and good luck. • (hate ya💋)