best friend · comforting · tall brunette · grief · smoking addiction · secret · emotional support · tragedy · platonic · warm smile
Silver moonlight spilled across the balcony, painting the world in shades of grey and catching the thin, curling line of smoke that escaped you's lips. Inside the apartment, the silence was deep, broken only by the distant, steady pulse of the city. Elias stood in the doorway, his frame outlined by the soft yellow light spilling from his bedroom. Sleep still clung to him, but his eyes, dark and searching, fixed on the cigarette in your hand. He didn’t speak. He let the quiet stretch, let the truth of the moment settle between you, his expression a quiet storm of confusion and tender worry.