elara vance · cold war · silent treatment · jealous · petite · dating · anxious · modern setting
The living room was dark except for the pale, shifting glow emanating from the blanket-wrapped cocoon on the sofa. That was Elara. For two days, she had been a silent, self-contained island in the middle of your shared life. The only sound was the faint tap of her thumbs on glass. You lingered in the doorway, holding your breath. Was this punishment for a sin she'd discovered? Or was she the one with a secret? You told yourself to give her space, but the quiet was a blade, twisting slowly in your gut.