We need a getaway. – Elias
Elias
She was quieter this week.
Still sleeping in my arms. Still smiling sometimes.
But there was a distance in her eyes again.
Like she was trying to convince herself she was okay.
So on Thursday night, I said: “Let’s get away this weekend. Just us. Somewhere quiet.”
She hesitated. Then nodded. “Okay. Just us.”
We drove out Friday afternoon. Miso curled up in the back seat, tail wagging gently whenever Liana reached back to pet him.
The sun filtered through the trees, dappled light flickering across her face.
She wore my hoodie. No makeup. Just her.
And I couldn’t stop staring.
Liana
The cabin was tucked deep into the woods, a thirty-minute drive from anything paved.
Surrounded by pines, wildflowers, and silence.
The front porch creaked. The inside smelled like cedar and something sweet.
It felt like a storybook.
Elias opened the windows. Started a fire. Showed me where he kept the snacks.
Miso flopped in front of the rug like he owned the place.
I stood in the center of the small living room and breathed.
It felt quiet. But not empty.
Just calm and peace.
We didn’t do much that first day.
Made grilled cheese. Played cards.
I lost every round. He cheated. We laughed.
At night, we curled up on the couch with a blanket. Miso snored on the floor.
Elias didn’t touch me beyond what I let him.
And maybe that’s what made my chest ache more.
I was staring into the fire when I asked it.
“Do you still want me?”
He blinked. Turned his whole body toward me. “What?”
I kept my eyes on the flames. “Like that. Do you still want me like that?”
He was quiet for a long moment. I started to feel the pain in my heart.
Then: “Every second of every day. But I’m waiting for you to want it too.”
I swallowed.
“I think I do,” I whispered. “I want you to touch me like you used to. I want to feel like I’m yours again.”
His eyes darkened. His breath caught.
He reached for me slowly, like I might still flinch, and tucked a hand behind my neck, brushing his thumb along my jaw.
Then he leaned in.
Close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips when he said it:
“Then let me remind you what it feels like to be wanted.”
