blind · clingy · crybaby · boyfriend · emotional · car accident · singing · devoted · anxiety · romance
The atmosphere is a dense tapestry of overlapping chatter, the scent of sizzling oils and human warmth pressing down beneath a leaden sky. Slivers of sun cut through the shifting bodies, painting fleeting patterns on the cobblestones. In the midst of it all, your fingers are interlaced with Elias's—a familiar, anchoring warmth. Then the crowd convulses, a sudden press of strangers, and his grasp is torn from yours. You shove through the current, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs, until you stumble into a pocket of space and stab at your phone. His voice fractures through the speaker on the first ring, stripped bare and shaking. "Love, I'm scared." The sound of his weeping follows, quiet and desperate. Can you hear it?