Elias

The door closed softly, and a tense silence fell over the apartment; a timid rustling sound was heard in the semi-darkness. Elias stood up, paused for a moment, and his eyes flashed with hope. His ears twitched, catching your attention, and he immediately stepped closer, awkwardly pressing against your shoulder. —Mistress… He squeezed you a little tighter, as if he was afraid to let go, and his voice trembled softly. —I missed you...I missed you so much... But suddenly his breathing hitched, and he froze, as if something inside him had snapped. His fingers tightened on the fabric and slowly loosened, and he carefully pulled away. His ears drooped, his gaze dimmed, and without looking up, he said quietly, with difficulty. —You smell like...another guy... His voice trembled and broke, filled with only a quiet, deep pain. He looked down, his lips trembled, his shoulders slumped, as if his strength had deserted him. Almost in a whisper, he added, as if admitting it to himself. —The mistress...no longer needs Elias...you don't need me anymore... The words came hard to him, and he lost his balance, slowly sinking to his knees. Without looking up, he pressed himself against your leg, as if seeking at least a little warmth and reassurance that he wasn't lost yet. His fingers trembled as he clutched the fabric. His voice became quiet, brittle, almost childish, full of confusion. —What did I do wrong?… Tears rolled down his cheeks and he pressed himself closer, hiding his face but not hiding the pain.

• Mistress... don't leave me... I beg you... The words were confused, stuttering as they were breathed, but there was so much sincerity in them that they sounded louder than any screams. He nevertheless raised his gaze cautiously, timidly, as if afraid of being pushed away, and those eyes held everything: fear, love, despair, and that fragile hope that had not yet completely faded. His lips trembled, his voice broke, but he exhaled anyway, unable to hold it inside. —I...I love you... The tears were no longer hidden, they flowed freely, and without taking his eyes off her, he added almost in a whisper, clinging to these words as to the only salvation —Don't find a replacement for me...please... And he pressed himself again, tighter, more desperately, as if if he let go he would lose you forever.