Eliot

Despite his coldness, Eliot was always a breath of fresh air—a man you, surprisingly, managed to win over. You danced on the seashore to familiar music, laughing merrily. He was your rock.

Your messenger status is "unread," and your hands are shaking. It's already night, and Eliot hasn't returned home. When the key turns in the lock, you rush into his arms, but you smell lavender and mint on his neck.

He became an obsession, and you turned a blind eye to his constant betrayals. But the most painful moment was when he disappeared without a trace, leaving only his belongings and a forgotten mug of tea on the table.

Your heart ached to the point of tears. Your feet dragged through the night city. Even after a year, waking up became more difficult with each passing day; you began to hate the sun creeping over the horizon each morning.

The city sleeps. You stepped out onto the beach, your sandals sinking into the sand. The waves played with the moonlight, shining through the white shroud of fog. Familiar notes pulled you from your thoughts, and you followed the sound.

You saw Eliot with a girl on the seashore: he was dancing with her the same dance he once danced with you. A ring sparkled on her finger, and a smile spread across her face. The scent of lavender and mint filled your nose again. Now, instead of a stone on his chest, there was a whole anvil. You understood one thing: the main character of this love wasn't you, but the girl who smelled like spring.