Still want you

hallways. Elena found herself back in the study, standing in front of the portrait, deep in thought. The

ery corner seemed to whisper her name, every shadow seemed to reflect the image of his face. And alt

the silence like a caress, like a melody lost in time. It was the same song. The one that had always playe

g, it all came back with a vengeance. The garden they used to wander through, the aimless walks, the endless afternoons

t unbearable. Why had it come back? She wondered if it was worth continuing with all

feeling of anticipation she'd had when she'd seen him enter that morning washed over her ag

den with something else. It was a mixture of pain and searching.

e'd reopened a wound she'd tried so hard to close. Why did he alway

n't want anything that happened now, anything that was said, to change things.

the doorway. It was clear he was searching for something. Something he

down by the sadness emanating from its notes. It seemed as if the piano itself mourned what had b

might hear. But still, the words came out. Why did you do it? That was the pain of ye

caught in her throat. The pain choked

oment, she could no longer hide anything. The pain lanced through her like an arrow, sharp and

r feet wouldn't move. The connection between them was still strong, stronger than she had wanted to accept. And despite the damage, it w

he'd been bottling up, the truth that had kept her prisoner for so long, c

losing myself in you. I loved you so much that I didn't know how to escape what I felt. And I was afraid. Afrai

llably, soaking her cheeks, as anguish gripped her chest. It was as

were no words that could eas

d. He took her in his arms, gently, without saying anything, without forcing her. He just held her, as

s begin to crumble. She had never allowed anyone to hold her like that, not since that day. But now, in his

r now. Elena could hear the pain in his tone, as if he t

blank stare. She didn't know what to do with what she felt

tinue," she apologized, trembling, but she couldn't s

erything was simple, when the thought of losing him hadn't destroyed her. But what

un away from h

year

ding before her, waiting for an answer she couldn't give. She couldn't, because her love for him was greater than anything

e wounds she had tried to heal returned,

w to live without you," Elena whispered those wor