Luca’s POVThe knock on the door is unexpected. A loud, determined sound that echoes through the silence of my apartment. I’m standing in the middle of the living room, the soft hum of the refrigerator the only sound filling the air. My fingers are drumming absently against the edge of the coffee table, mind lost in the haze of thoughts I’ve been trying to suppress for weeks now. Everything in me wants to ignore it. To let whoever it is knock until their fists are sore, until they walk away.But then the doorbell rings again and again.I don’t want to answer it, not today… my mind is still occupied with everything that’s been going on. The last few weeks have been a blur, the constant grind of work, the stress of everything falling apart, my struggle to keep everything together.But then… I freeze.I know who it is.I don’t have to open the door to feel the shift in the air, the energy that wraps around me, tugging at my heart in a way that only one person can.Elliott.The name is li
Elliott’s POVI can’t take it anymore.The silence. The regret. The distance between us that’s grown wider with every passing day. It’s suffocating. It’s like this heavy weight in my chest that no matter how many breaths I take, I can’t shake it off.I’ve tried distracting myself. Work, parties, pretending everything is fine when it’s not. But the truth is, everything feels wrong without Luca. There’s this gnawing, aching emptiness inside of me that no distraction can fill, no matter how hard I try. It’s like my heart is a hollow cavern, and no matter how much I try to ignore it, it echoes in my ears, reminding me of the choices I made.I think about that day when I watched him leave. I thought walking away was the right thing to do. I thought if I stayed away from him, I could avoid complicating everything. But instead, all I’ve done is hurt myself. I’ve ruined everything by not speaking up, by not fighting for what I felt.The worst part is that I’m the one who pushed him away. I ca
Luca’s POVIt’s been a few weeks since I left, and life in this new city is… fine. It’s not terrible. I’ve settled into my new job, made some new friends, and even started to get used to the quiet. The silence is almost comforting now, but sometimes, late at night, it creeps up on me. That hollow feeling that seems to have taken root in my chest.I’m walking down the street after work one evening, just trying to clear my head. I haven’t been out much in the past few weeks, mostly staying focused on work, but tonight, I just need to breathe, to feel something that doesn’t involve thoughts of Elliott. I’ve tried moving on, tried convincing myself that I made the right decision, that leaving was the only thing I could do. I’ve kept busy, kept my mind occupied, but when the night comes, when everything settles and it’s just me and my thoughts, I feel it.. something was missing.The street is quieter than usual, the city lights casting soft glows against the pavement. I turn a corner, abou
Elliott’s POVI stare at my phone screen, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. The message is there, just a few words away from being sent, but I can’t bring myself to hit ‘send.’ The words feel like they’re suffocating me, too heavy to put into a message. The things I want to say to Luca are too complicated, too raw.I miss you, I’m sorry for not stopping you, I should have told you how I felt. I don’t know if it’s too late, but I don’t want to let you go.I want to tell him all of this. I want to tell him that I’ve been thinking about him constantly since he left, that my days have felt empty without him, that everything feels wrong without him. But I can’t. I can’t because I’m afraid. I’m afraid of rejection. I’m afraid that if I open myself up like this, it will only make things worse. I’m afraid that Luca has already moved on, that he doesn’t want to hear from me anymore.So, I don’t send the message. I just delete it, once again, and close my phone.Instead of sending the messag
Luca – First Person POVI should be excited. I should be grateful for this opportunity, for the fresh start. But instead, all I can do is feel this emptiness gnawing at my chest. My first day at the new job is supposed to be a new chapter, one filled with hope and possibilities. I’m surrounded by talented people, working on cutting-edge projects. Everything I’ve worked for, everything I’ve wanted, is right here in front of me. Yet, as I sit at my desk, my eyes glued to the computer screen, there’s a heaviness in my chest that I can’t shake.I’ve been here for hours now, meeting new colleagues, attending briefings, discussing strategy but my mind keeps wandering back to Elliott. How is he? Is he okay? I know I shouldn’t care. I know I shouldn’t let myself be distracted by thoughts of him. But I can’t help it. Even though I’m thousands of miles away from New York, his presence still lingers in my mind, haunting me.I glance at my phone, hoping there might be a message from him. But ther
Elliott – First Person POVThe silence of my room is deafening. I’ve been home for an hour, but it feels like I’ve been here for days. The stillness gnaws at me, a constant reminder of the mess I’ve made, of everything I’ve left unsaid. Luca is gone now, and I can’t shake the weight of it. I should’ve told him. I should’ve stopped him. But I didn’t. And now, I’m here, in this godforsaken space, trying to distract myself from the emptiness I feel.I open my laptop and try to focus on work, but the screen blurs in front of me. I click through emails, skim over reports, and yet, none of it matters. Nothing matters. The deadlines are meaningless, the tasks seem trivial. My mind keeps drifting back to Luca, to the way he looked at me when he said goodbye. The uncertainty, the sadness, the unspoken words.I let out a sharp breath, frustrated with myself. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. I wasn’t supposed to be this guy, the one who lets the person he cares about walk away without saying
Luca – First Person POVThe morning of my departure, I wake up with a heavy heart. The day feels like it’s dragging, each minute a reminder of what’s about to happen. I had tried to prepare myself for this, tried to convince myself that leaving was the right thing to do, but in the pit of my stomach, there’s a gnawing feeling I can’t shake.I tell myself that maybe, just maybe, Elliott will come to see me off. We never really said goodbye, not properly. He never told me what he really thought, and I know he’s been struggling with something, some part of him still hasn’t fully let go, and I can’t blame him. But I keep hoping he’ll show up. That he’ll say something that will make this easier.But as the hours pass, it’s clear he isn’t coming. I try to keep myself busy, checking and rechecking my bags, but my thoughts keep drifting back to him. To the times we spent together, to the laughs, the moments that felt like something more. Did he feel it, too? Or was I just imagining it all?Th
Elliott – First Person POVI should be happy for Luca. He’s got this incredible opportunity, something he’s worked so hard for, and I’ve seen how much it means to him. The production company. The dream he’s been chasing for as long as I’ve known him. He deserves it, every bit of it.But the thought of him leaving.. leaving me, it gnaws at me, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t shake the emptiness that lingers in my chest.It’s irrational. I know it is. I’m happy for him, I should be happy for him. But all I can think about is how things will be different when he’s gone. How much space he’ll leave behind. How the silence between us will become permanent.I keep telling myself it’s what he wants. It’s what he’s worked for. And part of me is still that guy who wants to be selfless, who wants to just be happy for him, even if it means swallowing down my own feelings.But it’s not easy. Not when every moment we spend together lately feels like it might be the last.Luca’s been quieter t
Luca – First Person POVThe weight of leaving pressed on my chest like a boulder I couldn’t shake off. Even as I packed the final pieces of my life into the single suitcase lying open on my bedroom floor, I kept glancing at my phone, half-hoping Elliott would text, even though it's just anything. I hadn’t heard from him since the night I asked him to come over. He showed up eventually, sure, but even when he was with me, it felt like a part of him was somewhere else.And now, I only had two days left.It’s funny how time feels so endless when you’re waiting for something, but impossibly short when you're trying to hold on to it.Elliott had been distant, distracted, and oddly silent. Whenever I reached for him, he hesitated. His kisses were half-hearted, and when I tried to look him in the eyes, he always glanced away like I’d see something I wasn’t supposed to.I noticed the way he fidgeted when we sat close, the way he stared into space when he thought I wasn’t looking. Something wa