Semua Bab Her Sweetest Mistake [Dark Erotica]: Bab 311 - Bab 314

Before, it was full of hope. Heavy with possibility. Eli could imagine Dominic’s fingers hovering over his screen, thinking of what to say. He could tell himself that Dominic was just scared, or confused, or tied up with life. That the love was still there, just waiting for the right moment to speak again.But this silence?This was final.Eli sat in the dark, still on the floor, phone in hand, the call screen gone. No missed message. No apology. Just nothing.His chest ached—not the kind of ache that came from crying too hard or breathing too fast, but the kind that lodged deep and slow, like a splinter under the skin of the heart. The kind that didn't leave. Not quickly.For a long time, he didn’t move. He let the night stretch around him, shadows crawling up the walls like reminders of everything that had happened in Dominic’s bedroom, only days before.It felt like another life.You’re not ruining me. You’re the only good thing in my life right now.He had meant every word. And Do

By the time Eli got home, he couldn’t tell if the ache in his chest was grief or shame. Probably both. He stood in the middle of the living room, numb, and realized he had to choose to either get himself back together or keep sinking He chose the former.It wasn’t a miracle cure. He didn’t spring back to life overnight. But the next morning, he shaved. He showered. He made real breakfast and drank water like it was medicine. He changed his sheets. Answered a few emails. And when his father called to say he was coming to check up on him again. Eli didn’t panic.He wasn’t okay.But he wasn’t disappearing either.He was a Coward, Yes but not as cowardly as Dominic. Eli didn’t bounce back overnight, but eventually, something softened. Maybe it was the silence, the sheer quiet of not chasing something that refused to be held. He stopped waking up hoping for a message. He stopped going to bed imagining a voice mail. And somewhere in that dull, lingering stillness, he remembered how to m