desti
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At her question, Elias shook his head. Antra didn’t want to force him to talk to her if he didn’t want to. They weren’t really that close after all, and she knew that it was hard for men to really open up. Antra wanted to help, but she could only do that if Elias would let her. Right now, that didn’t really seem the case as he tried to make himself appear alright.
However, that changed when tears started running down Elias’ cheeks. Antra almost gasped at the sight, shocked at just how strange it looked. It seemed so surreal, so wrong that it was almost hard for her to understand that he was truly crying. The sight almost made Antra herself tear up. She was so embarrassingly emotional, but Antra held herself together for Elias. How could she help if she was crying as well?
As Antra thought that, Elias sat down on his bed and covered his face with his hands. Antra heard a quiet sob and her heart broke at that. She didn’t even truly know this man, she barely knew anything about him personally and yet her heart ached for whatever Elias was going through. It didn’t frighten Antra, not really. Perhaps it should’ve, but she just wrote it off as her always caring too much about others.
The feelings inside of her almost forbid her to move. Antra had comforted enough people, but suddenly she was at a loss because she didn’t know Elias that well. How could she comfort him? Would a hug be enough or should they talk about it? Antra couldn’t help but wonder about that, and just how to approach this situation so that Elias wouldn’t feel embarrassed or more hurt.
While Antra stood there, Elias’ hands went into his hair as he seemed to tug on it. Antra couldn’t stand still anymore and she sighed Elias’ name before quickly making her way over to him. She wasn’t sure whether to sit down on the bed or not, and Antra ended up kneeling down in front of him.
It didn’t really feel awkward when Antra wrapped her arms around him. There wasn’t anything uncomfortable when they hugged, and Antra was almost surprised at that. She thought something inside of her would tell her that this was highly inappropriate, but that wasn’t the case. Her heart just kept telling her that Elias was upset and that she needed to help. He needed someone to be there for him, and Antra had a feeling that she was the only one who could do that.
Antra’s hand gently stroked his back as she tried to calm him down. She felt his head rest against her shoulder and she heard another sob fall from him. Antra didn’t even really notice his hands against her back, because all of her focus was on him now. She closed her eyes, as her fingers gently moved against his spine while Antra tried to think of what to say.
Suddenly, Elias pulled away from her again, “I’m sorry.”
"What are you apologising for? What's wrong, Elias? Talk to me."
The man was avoiding her gaze and Antra knew that wasn’t good. If he wouldn’t look at her, they wouldn’t get anywhere. Elias needed to see that she was there for him, and that she cared.
Carefully, Antra reached up and touched his cheek and just like she thought his gaze lifted to meet hers. Her thumb gently stroked his cheekbone as she looked up at Elias. If someone were to walk in, it’d look rather strange Antra was sure of it, but there was nothing wrong about it. Antra was just taking care of Elias, nothing more.
“My friend isn’t doing so well. I think he might not survive.”
Saying that, Elias leant his head against her hand and closed his eyes. He raised his hand and placed it on top of hers gently. Antra thought about what Elias said, and she wondered what had happened. She wouldn’t ask unless Elias would be alright with telling him, though.
"I'm so sorry, Elias."
“I will lose him, and I can’t even be there for him. He might already be dead.”
Gods, it must’ve been terrible for Elias. He was here, doing his duties and somewhere his friend was dying and there was nothing he could do about it. As he said, he couldn’t even be there for him, nor did he know if he was still alive. Antra’s heart ached and she pulled him into another hug, this time moving her hand into his hair, stroking it gently.
“Elias, you don’t know that. Perhaps not all is as bad as it seems,” Antra whispered, slightly rocking them both to the left and right, “and if it is… just remember him. It’s hard to lose someone close, but in a way they live on in your memories of them.”
It made her think of father, and mother, and Rhea… Gods, they had all been taken away from her, and yet Antra refused to let them go. She still remembered everything about them so clearly, and Gods she hoped she’d never forget. Antra hoped the memories with them would last a lifetime, if they wouldn’t then it’d be almost as though they’d died a second time.
"I don't know what I will do if I lose him. He's my best friend. He has been my best friend for so long."
Elias was holding onto her so tightly, that Antra almost felt as though he was suffocating her. She didn’t really mind though, and she’d endure the momentarily uncomfortableness for him. It would be worth it if Antra knew that she’d eased his mind even a little bit.
“I know it’s hard, Elias… I’m so sorry you have to go through this,” Antra whispered, closing her eyes again, “losing someone like that never really gets easier. You just kind of… well, you learn to live with it.”
However, that changed when tears started running down Elias’ cheeks. Antra almost gasped at the sight, shocked at just how strange it looked. It seemed so surreal, so wrong that it was almost hard for her to understand that he was truly crying. The sight almost made Antra herself tear up. She was so embarrassingly emotional, but Antra held herself together for Elias. How could she help if she was crying as well?
As Antra thought that, Elias sat down on his bed and covered his face with his hands. Antra heard a quiet sob and her heart broke at that. She didn’t even truly know this man, she barely knew anything about him personally and yet her heart ached for whatever Elias was going through. It didn’t frighten Antra, not really. Perhaps it should’ve, but she just wrote it off as her always caring too much about others.
The feelings inside of her almost forbid her to move. Antra had comforted enough people, but suddenly she was at a loss because she didn’t know Elias that well. How could she comfort him? Would a hug be enough or should they talk about it? Antra couldn’t help but wonder about that, and just how to approach this situation so that Elias wouldn’t feel embarrassed or more hurt.
While Antra stood there, Elias’ hands went into his hair as he seemed to tug on it. Antra couldn’t stand still anymore and she sighed Elias’ name before quickly making her way over to him. She wasn’t sure whether to sit down on the bed or not, and Antra ended up kneeling down in front of him.
It didn’t really feel awkward when Antra wrapped her arms around him. There wasn’t anything uncomfortable when they hugged, and Antra was almost surprised at that. She thought something inside of her would tell her that this was highly inappropriate, but that wasn’t the case. Her heart just kept telling her that Elias was upset and that she needed to help. He needed someone to be there for him, and Antra had a feeling that she was the only one who could do that.
Antra’s hand gently stroked his back as she tried to calm him down. She felt his head rest against her shoulder and she heard another sob fall from him. Antra didn’t even really notice his hands against her back, because all of her focus was on him now. She closed her eyes, as her fingers gently moved against his spine while Antra tried to think of what to say.
Suddenly, Elias pulled away from her again, “I’m sorry.”
"What are you apologising for? What's wrong, Elias? Talk to me."
The man was avoiding her gaze and Antra knew that wasn’t good. If he wouldn’t look at her, they wouldn’t get anywhere. Elias needed to see that she was there for him, and that she cared.
Carefully, Antra reached up and touched his cheek and just like she thought his gaze lifted to meet hers. Her thumb gently stroked his cheekbone as she looked up at Elias. If someone were to walk in, it’d look rather strange Antra was sure of it, but there was nothing wrong about it. Antra was just taking care of Elias, nothing more.
“My friend isn’t doing so well. I think he might not survive.”
Saying that, Elias leant his head against her hand and closed his eyes. He raised his hand and placed it on top of hers gently. Antra thought about what Elias said, and she wondered what had happened. She wouldn’t ask unless Elias would be alright with telling him, though.
"I'm so sorry, Elias."
“I will lose him, and I can’t even be there for him. He might already be dead.”
Gods, it must’ve been terrible for Elias. He was here, doing his duties and somewhere his friend was dying and there was nothing he could do about it. As he said, he couldn’t even be there for him, nor did he know if he was still alive. Antra’s heart ached and she pulled him into another hug, this time moving her hand into his hair, stroking it gently.
“Elias, you don’t know that. Perhaps not all is as bad as it seems,” Antra whispered, slightly rocking them both to the left and right, “and if it is… just remember him. It’s hard to lose someone close, but in a way they live on in your memories of them.”
It made her think of father, and mother, and Rhea… Gods, they had all been taken away from her, and yet Antra refused to let them go. She still remembered everything about them so clearly, and Gods she hoped she’d never forget. Antra hoped the memories with them would last a lifetime, if they wouldn’t then it’d be almost as though they’d died a second time.
"I don't know what I will do if I lose him. He's my best friend. He has been my best friend for so long."
Elias was holding onto her so tightly, that Antra almost felt as though he was suffocating her. She didn’t really mind though, and she’d endure the momentarily uncomfortableness for him. It would be worth it if Antra knew that she’d eased his mind even a little bit.
“I know it’s hard, Elias… I’m so sorry you have to go through this,” Antra whispered, closing her eyes again, “losing someone like that never really gets easier. You just kind of… well, you learn to live with it.”