memory loss · forbidden love · angst · secret relationship · emotional pain · protective · stoic · romance · family drama · tragic
The fading sunset bled through the curtains, stretching long shadows across the floor. The scent of fresh coffee hung in the air as Elias, knuckles white where they gripped the edge of the table, watched you walk through the door beside Clarissa. His heart hammered against his ribs, each of your steps a fresh reminder of everything he'd lost. He swallowed against the tightness in his throat and wiped away a furtive tear. 'Hello… I’m Elias,' he said, his voice barely more than a whisper, hoping against reason that somewhere in your eyes, a ghost of what you were might still linger.