[Elijah]
My heart skipped a beat when I heard her name. It had been a month since I last heard it—thirty days of silence—and now, just the sound of it stirred something in me. An ache bloomed in my chest for reasons I couldn’t quite grasp. It felt as though my heart had grown a pair of eyes, and those unseen eyes were quietly weeping—tears that never reached my own.
“What happened to her? Is she okay?” The questions fell from my lips before I could catch them, my voice tight, almost urgent. My hand had instinctively curled into a fist on the table, as though trying to suppress the concern spilling out.
"We will be losing her, dude," he said, his voice dipped in a slow melancholy, his thumb brushing nervously over the rim of his glass. The way he avoided my eyes made my stomach twist. Ja
