LOGINThe estate became quiet again.
But this time—
It wasn’t calm.
It was empty.
THE DAY AFTER__
No one spoke loudly anymore.
Even the guards moved differently.
Carefully.
As if sound itself might break something fragile.
Because everyone knew—
Something had broken.
And it wasn’t something that could be fixed.
Eli hadn’t moved much since it happened.
At first, they tried to take Charlotte away.
Prepare her.
Lay her to rest properly.
But Eli didn’t let go.
Not immediately.
Not easily.
“…Leave her.”
His voice had been low.
But final.
No one argued.
Not even Kieran.
So they gave him time.
More than they should have.
Because no one had the strength to force him.
He sat alone in the room they gave him.
Curtains drawn.
Lights off.
The air felt heavy.
Stale.
Untouched.
Eli sat on the floor, back against the bed.
Charlotte’s bracelet was still in his hand.
He didn’t remember picking it up.
But he hadn’t let it go since.
His eyes were open.
But unfocused.
Like he was looking at something that wasn’t there.
FLASHES__
It came in pieces.
Not full memories.
Fragments.
Her laugh.
The way she said his name.
The warmth of her hand.
The way she looked at him—
Right before—
Eli shut his eyes tightly.
But it didn’t stop.
“…I love you.”
His breath hitched.
“…Don’t…”
His voice cracked.
“…Don’t say that again…”
But his mind didn’t listen.
It kept replaying it.
Over and over.
Until breathing itself started to hurt.
They brought food.
He didn’t touch it.
They brought water.
He ignored it.
Hours passed.
Then more.
Still nothing.
Because eating meant continuing.
And continuing meant accepting.
And Eli—
Wasn’t ready for that.
KIERAN__
Kieran stood outside the door longer than he should have.
Listening.
To nothing.
That silence—
It was worse than anger.
Worse than shouting.
Because at least anger meant Eli was still there.
This—
This felt like losing him slowly.
Kieran entered without knocking.
Eli didn’t react.
Didn’t even look up.
“…You need to eat.”
No response.
Kieran stepped closer.
“…Eli.”
Nothing.
Just silence.
Kieran’s jaw tightened slightly.
“…Ignoring it won’t change what happened.”
Still nothing.
Then finally—
Eli spoke.
“…Then what will?”
His voice was hoarse.
Empty.
Not angry.
Not loud.
Just… gone.
Kieran didn’t answer immediately.
Because there was no good answer.
Eli let out a quiet, broken laugh.
“…Exactly.”
He leaned his head back against the bed.
“…There’s nothing, right?”
Silence.
“…She’s just… gone.”
That word—
Gone
It didn’t sit right in his mouth.
Didn’t feel real.
“…People don’t just disappear like that…”
His grip tightened around the bracelet.
“…They don’t just… stop existing…”
His breathing became uneven.
“…She was just here…”
His voice cracked again.
“…She was right there—”
He shut his eyes tightly.
“…And I couldn’t do anything.”
Eli finally looked up.
Not at Kieran.
But through him.
“…I told her to stay behind me.”
His voice dropped.
“…I said I’d protect her.”
A pause.
Then quieter:
“…I brought her here.”
That truth weighed heavier than anything.
“…If she never came…”
His voice broke completely.
“…She’d still be alive.”
Kieran stepped closer.
“…No.”
Eli’s eyes snapped to him.
Sharp.
“…Don’t.”
Kieran didn’t back down.
“…That’s not how this works.”
Eli stood abruptly.
“…Then how does it work?!”
His voice rose for the first time.
Raw.
Cracked.
“…Tell me!”
Kieran held his gaze.
“…You don’t get to take all the blame just because you’re hurting.”
Eli let out a bitter laugh.
“…I’m not taking it. It’s mine.”
“…It’s not.”
“It is!”
The room fell silent after that.
Heavy.
Tense.
Eli’s strength faded as quickly as it came.
He sank back down slowly.
“…You don’t get it…”
His voice dropped again.
“…You didn’t see her…”
A pause.
Then softer:
“…The way she looked at me…”
Kieran didn’t respond.
Because he understood more than Eli thought.
Maybe even more.
That night—
Eli left the room.
No one stopped him.
Not even the guards.
Because the look on his face—
Said enough.
He walked without direction.
Without purpose.
Until he found himself somewhere quiet.
A storage room.
A place no one really used.
There were bottles there.
Left behind.
Unimportant.
Forgotten.
Just like everything felt.
Eli picked one up.
Stared at it.
Then laughed softly.
“…Why not…”
The burn hit his throat hard.
Unpleasant.
Sharp.
But it didn’t matter.
Because for a moment—
It distracted him.
And that was enough.
So he drank again.
And again.
Until the edges of everything blurred.
Until the memories slowed.
Until the pain dulled—
Just a little.
Kieran didn’t need to search long.
He could feel it.
Eli’s presence.
His state.
When he entered—
He stopped.
Eli sat on the floor.
Bottle in hand.
Half empty.
Eyes unfocused.
“…So this is your solution?”
Eli didn’t look up.
“…It’s better than remembering.”
Kieran stepped closer.
“…It won’t last.”
Eli laughed weakly.
“…Good.”
He took another drink.
“…That’s the point.”
Kieran crouched in front of him.
Took the bottle from his hand.
Eli didn’t resist.
Didn’t care enough to.
“…This won’t bring her back.”
Eli’s eyes finally met his.
Red.
Tired.
Broken.
“…Nothing will.”
Silence.
Then:
“…So let me have this.”
Kieran’s grip on the bottle tightened slightly.
But he didn’t argue.
Because for once—
He didn’t have control over this.
Eli leaned back against the wall.
Eyes half closed.
Voice barely there.
“…I don’t feel anything right now…”
A pause.
Then quieter:
“…That’s better.”
Kieran watched him.
And for the first time—
He realized something dangerous.
This grief—
If left like this—
Would destroy Eli completely.
And Kieran—
Would not let that happen.
No matter what it took.
Grief didn’t disappear.It just… shifted.Less explosive.More constant.Like a weight Eli had learned to carry—But not one he had learned to live with.MORNING__The next morning came quieter.Not empty like before.But fragile.Like everything could still break if pushed too hard.Eli sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his phone.New.Unfamiliar in his hand.But necessary.Because there was something he hadn’t done.Something he had been avoiding without realizing it.His parents.He pressed the call button.Held the phone to his ear.It rang.Once.Twice.Three times.Then—Nothing.Call failed.Eli frowned.“…Network?”He tried again.This time it rang longer.But still—No answer.No callback.No message.Nothing.Eli lowered the phone slowly.A strange feeling crept in.Not panic.Not yet.Just… unease.“…That’s weird.”He tried again.Same result.And again.Still nothing.His grip tightened slightly around the phone.Because something didn’t feel right.Not after everythi
Morning didn’t feel like a new beginning.It felt like something that came too soon.The curtains were slightly open.A thin line of sunlight slipped into the room.Soft.Uninvited.Eli stirred.Slowly.His body felt heavy.Like sleep hadn’t rested him at all.Like something inside him was still… aching.His eyes opened halfway.Blurred.Then clearer.And that was when he realized—He wasn’t alone.He was leaning against something warm.Solid.Steady.His fingers were curled into fabric.Someone’s shirt.Eli blinked.Then stiffened slightly.Kieran.The memory didn’t come all at once.Just pieces.Fragments.The crying.The words.The way he… broke.And the fact that—He hadn’t pushed Kieran away.That realization alone made his chest tighten.Eli moved carefully.Slowly untangling himself.Like sudden movement would make it worse.Kieran didn’t stop him.But his eyes were already open.Watching.Quiet.“…You’re awake.”Eli avoided his gaze.“…Yeah.”His voice was rough.Not just from
Grief doesn’t always explode.Sometimes—It waits.It builds.Quietly.Until one moment—One small, insignificant moment—Breaks everything.EVENING — TOO QUIET__The room was dim again.Not completely dark.Just enough light to exist in.Eli sat on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing.His hands rested on his knees.Still.Too still.Kieran stood by the window, arms folded, watching him without making it obvious.He had learned—Eli didn’t like being watched.But he also couldn’t leave him alone.Not anymore.It was small.So small it shouldn’t have mattered.A sound.Soft.Faint.From outside.Someone laughing.Light.Carefree.Normal.Eli’s fingers twitched.Just once.Then again.His breathing shifted.Shallow.Uneven.Kieran noticed immediately.“…Eli?”No response.Eli’s head tilted slightly.Like he was listening.“…That laugh…”His voice came out barely above a whisper.“…It sounds like her…”Kieran’s chest tightened.“…It’s not—”“I know.”Eli cut him off.Quickly.Too qui
Grief didn’t pass.It settled.Heavy.Permanent.Like something had taken root inside Eli’s chest and refused to leave.DAYS LATER__Time moved.But Eli didn’t.He stopped keeping track of days.Stopped caring about morning or night.Everything felt the same.Gray.Empty.He barely left his room anymore.Barely spoke.Barely ate.Sometimes he drank.Sometimes he just sat there doing nothing.And sometimes—He lay there staring at nothing for hours.Not sleeping.Not thinking.Just… existing.KIERAN__Kieran noticed everything.Every skipped meal.Every restless night.Every moment Eli tried to disappear into himself.And this time—He didn’t stay distant.Eli had fallen asleep sitting up.Back against the wall.Bottle still loose in his hand.His head tilted slightly, breath uneven.Not peaceful.Never peaceful.Kieran stood at the doorway for a moment.Watching.Something in his chest tightening.Then slowly—He walked in.Quiet.Careful.Like approaching something fragile.He crouch
The estate became quiet again.But this time—It wasn’t calm.It was empty.THE DAY AFTER__No one spoke loudly anymore.Even the guards moved differently.Carefully.As if sound itself might break something fragile.Because everyone knew—Something had broken.And it wasn’t something that could be fixed.Eli hadn’t moved much since it happened.At first, they tried to take Charlotte away.Prepare her.Lay her to rest properly.But Eli didn’t let go.Not immediately.Not easily.“…Leave her.”His voice had been low.But final.No one argued.Not even Kieran.So they gave him time.More than they should have.Because no one had the strength to force him.He sat alone in the room they gave him.Curtains drawn.Lights off.The air felt heavy.Stale.Untouched.Eli sat on the floor, back against the bed.Charlotte’s bracelet was still in his hand.He didn’t remember picking it up.But he hadn’t let it go since.His eyes were open.But unfocused.Like he was looking at something that wasn’
The tension that had been building for days finally snapped.Not quietly.Not slowly.But violently.BEFORE THE STORM__The estate was too calm.That kind of calm that made even breathing feel loud.Eli stood outside near the training grounds, rolling his shoulders after sparring. Sweat clung to his skin, his chest rising and falling steadily.Charlotte sat nearby, watching him with a small smile.“…You’re getting better,” she said.Eli huffed lightly.“…Don’t let him hear you say that.”Charlotte laughed softly.“…Why? You think he’ll get jealous?”Eli glanced away.“…He already is.”Charlotte noticed the shift in his tone—but before she could respond—A sound cut through the air.Sharp.Wrong.Not training.Not normal.“INTRUDERS!”The shout echoed across the estate.Everything moved at once.Guards rushing.Weapons drawn.Orders being barked.Charlotte stood abruptly.“…Eli—”“Stay close to me.”His voice changed instantly—firm, protective, alert.The first attacker appeared like a







