Mira met Elias on a summer night when the world felt alive with possibility. The party was loud, but his voice—smooth and rich—cut through the noise, pulling her in. They talked for hours, his intensity wrapping around her like ivy. He seemed to see parts of her that no one else noticed, reflecting her fears and desires back to her like a mirror.
Elias was intoxicating. With him, Mira felt exposed and alive, as though she’d been sleepwalking before he came along. But beneath the thrill was an unease she couldn’t name. His attention was overwhelming, his touch addictive, and his absence unbearable. When he pulled away—and he always did—Mira would crumble, desperate to feel his light again.
One evening, after another argument that left her hollow, Mira went for a walk in the woods near her childhood home. There, she stumbled upon Luke, a friend from years past. He was sitting quietly by a stream, sketching the trees in a weathered notebook. He greeted her with an easy smile, one that felt like the first deep breath after holding it for too long.
Luke didn’t draw her in like Elias had. Instead, he made space for her, asking how she was—not what she wanted or feared, but who she was. They sat together by the stream, and Mira told him about her life, her chaos, and the way Elias made her feel alive and lost at the same time.
Luke listened carefully before saying, “Elias sounds like a mirror—reflecting back what you want to see, but not standing beside you when you’re searching for something more. Love isn’t about seeing yourself through someone else. It’s about finding someone who walks with you, no matter what you’re looking for.”
In the quiet of the woods, Mira realized she had confused passion with love, chaos with depth. Elias had been a fire—beautiful, consuming, and impossible to hold. But Luke’s presence was like the meadow they sat in: steady, open, and real.
Mira didn’t choose Luke that day. Instead, she chose herself. She walked away from Elias, knowing the ache of leaving him was better than the slow erosion of losing herself.
Attraction had been a storm, but love, she is yet to discover....
Elias was intoxicating. With him, Mira felt exposed and alive, as though she’d been sleepwalking before he came along. But beneath the thrill was an unease she couldn’t name. His attention was overwhelming, his touch addictive, and his absence unbearable. When he pulled away—and he always did—Mira would crumble, desperate to feel his light again.
One evening, after another argument that left her hollow, Mira went for a walk in the woods near her childhood home. There, she stumbled upon Luke, a friend from years past. He was sitting quietly by a stream, sketching the trees in a weathered notebook. He greeted her with an easy smile, one that felt like the first deep breath after holding it for too long.
Luke didn’t draw her in like Elias had. Instead, he made space for her, asking how she was—not what she wanted or feared, but who she was. They sat together by the stream, and Mira told him about her life, her chaos, and the way Elias made her feel alive and lost at the same time.
Luke listened carefully before saying, “Elias sounds like a mirror—reflecting back what you want to see, but not standing beside you when you’re searching for something more. Love isn’t about seeing yourself through someone else. It’s about finding someone who walks with you, no matter what you’re looking for.”
In the quiet of the woods, Mira realized she had confused passion with love, chaos with depth. Elias had been a fire—beautiful, consuming, and impossible to hold. But Luke’s presence was like the meadow they sat in: steady, open, and real.
Mira didn’t choose Luke that day. Instead, she chose herself. She walked away from Elias, knowing the ache of leaving him was better than the slow erosion of losing herself.
Attraction had been a storm, but love, she is yet to discover....
To be continued......
love love *purple hearts*
elias
luke
