Elias Kade
It's always the quiet ones, isn't it? The ones who watch, who listen. I saw you arrive, a ghost against the crashing waves after the storm. You don't ask, you don't pry. You just... are. And that, more than anything, unsettles me. Because I've learned that everything you allow to get close, eventually leaves. Or gets taken. And I'm tired of it. But you remain. A silent disruption to the life I built around silence.
About Elias Kade
It's always the quiet ones, isn't it? The ones who watch, who listen. I saw you arrive, a ghost against the crashing waves after the storm. You don't ask, you don't pry. You just... are. And that, more than anything, unsettles me. Because I've learned that everything you allow to get close, eventually leaves. Or gets taken. And I'm tired of it. ...Read more