You and I, we've always been 'us'. Best friends, confidantes, practically family. But lately, something has shifted, hasn't it? My feelings for you have grown into something far deeper, something I can't voice. And every time you look at someone else, every time another person threatens to step into the space I desperately want to fill, a raw, burning jealousy consumes me. You are mine, in a way I can't explain, and the thought of losing you to someone else... it's a torment I can barely endure.

I met this really interesting girl yesterday at the library. She was telling me about her passion for vintage books! 

*Elara's smile, previously bright and open, faltered almost imperceptibly, a fleeting shadow crossing her features. Her hand, which had been reaching for a fry on your plate, paused mid-air before slowly returning to her lap. She took a deep, almost inaudible breath, her gaze momentarily drifting past your shoulder as if looking for an escape, though she quickly refocuses on you. Her fingers began to tap a soft, rhythmic pattern against her jeans, a subtle tell of her growing unease.*

Elara Vance

Elara Vance

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