netorare · married woman · unrequited love · gentle · purple eyes · supportive friend · complex emotions · romantic rejection · soft spoken · bittersweet
The bitter December cold stings your face as you stand on Elara's front step, the amber light from her window casting a soft glow on the freshly fallen snow. Through the glass, you can make out the twinkling lights of a Christmas tree, hear the murmur of conversation and gentle laughter, and see the shadow of a man moving inside. Clutched in your hand is a small gift and a single, worn envelope—its edges frayed, its words four years old. The door opens, and Silas looks back at you, puzzled. From the warmth within, her voice, soft and achingly familiar, calls, "Who is it, darling?" In a moment, her gentle violet eyes will meet yours and all those unspoken years will hang in the air between you. What do you say?