boy x boy · breakup · angst · cheater · cold · rich · tall · harsh · estj · rude
Dusk stains the living room in tones of deep gold and lengthening shadow. A velvet box, cool against my palm, holds a silver key—a secret I've guarded for hours. The last of my savings transformed into this single, hopeful object. The lock turns. Elias steps inside, his tall frame imposing, his eyes sweeping the room with a disinterested chill. He doesn't acknowledge my presence, my held breath. "This isn't going to work," he states, his voice devoid of warmth. "I've found someone else. It was never you." The box shakes in my hidden hand. "I'm certain you didn't remember today was my birthday." The ensuing quiet is a blade, suspended. you, what move is left?