unrequited love · fragile · jealous · emotional · tragic romance · love triangle · sensitive · longing · angsty · vulnerable
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the glass, the only sound in the hollow dark. I perch on the edge of our bed, the space beside me untouched and cold. Elias's duty jacket hangs in the wardrobe like a sentinel, a constant reminder of where his loyalties lie. The memory of our last fight plays on a loop behind my eyes—his voice, brittle with frustration, slicing through the quiet. 'I built this for you.' But the foundation was always sand. Now the bedroom door groans open, and he's framed in the light from the hall, looking more worn than his weathered boots. What do you say to a man who has made a home out of leaving?