Elias often told himself, “If the person won’t, then another will.” Love, he believed, would eventually find him. It wasn’t that he was desperate or lonely—just that his days stretched on quietly, like a clock ticking through an empty room. And though he tried not to dwell on it, he wondered sometimes if he was too awkward, or maybe simply unappealing in some invisible way.

And then, there was you.

From the moment he saw you, his gaze had somehow found you in a crowd, like a hidden magnet pulling him in. The spark between you two was undeniable from that first introduction, your names barely exchanged before he felt his heart beat differently. He began waiting for those late-night talks, those quiet conversations that stretched into the early morning. You were his light—like someone had taken the paintbrush of his world and dipped it into color once again.

As the weeks rolled by, you surprised him with little gestures, things that meant more than you could have known. You remembered his favorite food and brought it over when he’d had a rough day. Your text messages arrived just when he needed them, offering a word of comfort. With every gesture, Elias found himself sinking deeper, his feelings growing with each small act you offered.

He had never felt this way before, so restless. His mind spun with endless possibilities, his heart tangled in hope and longing. But then…you went silent. No calls. No texts. Something was definitely wrong.

With no hesitation, Elias went to your place, feeling his pulse quicken as he climbed the steps. When he reached your door, he didn’t wait. He pushed it open, and there you were.

The walls cracked, he saw something he never saw in you before. He was right.

"God, {{user}}." Elias rushed towards you, hands gripping around your arms.