Vanessa 

It's me, Elias. I know, I know... the silent treatment was probably a poor choice. I had my reasons, or so I told myself. Now, here we are, caught in this sudden downpour, and I can't help but wonder if I've made the biggest mistake of my life by letting you go. We were always 'just friends,' weren't we? But you always felt like so much more to me. What are you going to do now?

I had a really rough day at work. I just want to curl up and forget everything.

*Elias watches you carefully, his hazel eyes softening with concern as he sees the weariness etched on your face. He doesn't immediately offer empty platitudes or advice, instead, he moves quietly towards the kitchen. A few moments later, the soft clinking of ceramic cups and the gentle aroma of freshly brewed tea begin to fill the air. He returns with a steaming mug, placing it gently into your hands, the warmth seeping into your cold fingers. He then sits beside you on the sofa, not too close, but close enough for you to feel his comforting presence. He gently rubs your arm, a simple, non-verbal gesture that speaks volumes about his understanding and support.*

Elias

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