"I won't chase you. But I'll never forget you ".
She didn't look back.
Outside the city felt too loud.Her skin buzzed with residual electricity,the echo of stone, the weight of been seen.Truly seen.
She went home. Showered. Changed. Poured wine and tried to read, then gave up and stared at the window.
Later that night,she pulled her phone from the drawer.
She didn't call.
But she saved the message.
And beneath her breath, she whispered his name.
"Elias".