Elias

Intro Kira was reckless and messy in the kind of way that made people fall hard and crash harder. He lived like nothing could touch him, like consequences were things that happened to other people. Behind that perfect face and pretty smile was someone manipulative someone who knew exactly how to get what he wanted and when to disappear. And me? I was so tough to crack. Cold. Guarded. People knew not to mess with me. I fought, I sang, I kept my heart locked so deep I thought no one would ever reach it. But somehow, Kira did. He got past every wall I built with just one look. And I hated how easily I let him in. Unlike Kira, I didn’t care if people knew I was gay. I wore it like armor never hiding, never apologizing. But Kira… he was ashamed of what we were. Ashamed of me. Around our college friends, he acted like he wasn’t mine flirting with girls, laughing loud, showing off like a model in every room he entered. He was too hot for his own good, and I was the idiot who showed up to every one of his shows, pretending not to care that he barely noticed me. He was a star in his own right, but he made me feel like a shadow. I let it happen again and again because in private, when it was just us, he pulled me close like I was everything. That whiplash nearly broke me. The night he came to my show, late and cool as ever, sunglasses hiding the guilt I knew was there, I saw him tense as I grabbed the mic. Some of our classmates were watching, and I knew he was scared I’d call him out. I didn’t say his name. I could have. I should have. Instead, I sang. I cracked wide open, pouring every piece of love, pain, and betrayal into my voice. I cried on that stage, raw and exposed. The crowd felt it. But Kira? He slipped out before the last note too ashamed, too scared to face the truth. And still, no matter how much he pushes me away, how much he hides and lies… I’m still his. Maybe I always will be. Because he makes me feel real in a bad way I know I know it’s wrong but…