Elliot
I spend the morning trying to calm my nerves, repeating Luca’s words in my mind like a mantra: “Baby steps.” I want to believe that’s all I need, but it’s hard to shake the weight of years spent keeping everything about myself locked away. By the time I reach my sister Emma’s apartment, my heart is pounding, and my hands are clammy. I clench and unclench my fists, trying to steady myself. Emma’s always been the one I’m closest to. Growing up, she was my confidante, the one person I felt understood me without needing an explanation. If there’s anyone I can start with, it’s her. I ring the doorbell, taking a steadying breath. After a moment, the door swings open, and there she is—my older sister, with the same warm smile and the glint of curiosity that’s always made me feel like I could share anything with her. “Elliot!” she says, pulling me into a hug. “It’s so good to see you. I was starting to think you were avoiding me.” I laugh, though it comes out a little shaky. “Never. Just…busy, you know?” She gives me a knowing look, and I wonder if she can already tell that something’s on my mind. Emma’s always been good at reading me, sometimes better than I’d like. “Well, come on in,” she says, motioning for me to follow her inside. The scent of coffee and fresh pastries fills the air, and I can’t help but feel a little comforted by the familiarity of it all. We settle onto her couch, and she hands me a mug of coffee. “So,” she says, studying me over the rim of her own cup, “what’s going on with you? I can tell there’s something you’re not saying.” I glance down, my fingers tracing the edge of the mug as I try to find the words. “I wanted to talk to you about…someone.” Her eyebrows lift, and she smiles, her interest piqued. “Ooh, is this a new love interest I’m finally hearing about? And here I thought you were going to be a lone wolf forever.” I chuckle, but the humor doesn’t quite reach my eyes. “It’s not…exactly new. But it’s complicated.” Emma’s expression softens, her teasing fading as she realizes that I’m serious. She sets her mug down, leaning forward with a look of gentle encouragement. “Okay. I’m listening.” Taking a deep breath, I decide to just rip off the bandage. “I’m in love, Emma. And…it’s with a man.” The words hang in the air between us, and for a split second, I’m filled with an overwhelming urge to take them back. But then, something shifts in her expression—a mix of surprise, then understanding, and finally, acceptance. “Oh, Elliot,” she says softly, reaching out to take my hand. “Thank you for telling me. I know that couldn’t have been easy.” The relief that floods through me is almost overwhelming. I feel a weight lift from my chest, like I can finally breathe for the first time in years. “You’re…you’re okay with it?” She gives my hand a reassuring squeeze, her smile warm and genuine. “Of course I am. You’re my brother, Elliot. That’s all that matters to me. I just want you to be happy, to be with someone who makes you feel loved.” I swallow, emotions catching in my throat. “He does, Emma. He really does.” She beams, her excitement bubbling over. “Tell me about him. What’s he like?” I hesitate, glancing down as I try to find the right words to describe Luca. “He’s…he’s kind. Patient. He understands me in a way that no one else ever has. Being with him…it just feels right.” Emma listens intently, her expression softening with every word. “He sounds wonderful, Elliot. I’d love to meet him sometime, if you’re ready for that.” The thought of introducing Luca to someone in my family feels like a monumental step, but hearing her say it with such ease makes it feel almost possible. I nod, a small smile tugging at my lips. “Maybe soon. I think… I think I’d like that.” For the next hour, we talk about everything and nothing—our childhood memories, the things that make us laugh, and, eventually, Luca. I tell her about the little things he does, like how he knows just when to hold my hand or offer a quiet word of encouragement. I even tell her about last night, about how he gave me the courage to finally start opening up. By the time I leave her apartment, I feel lighter than I have in years. The fear is still there, but for the first time, there’s something else—a sense of possibility, a hope that maybe, just maybe, I can have the life I want without losing the people I love. --- Later That Evening: Family Dinner As evening falls, I find myself standing outside my parents’ house, steeling myself for the inevitable questions. Family dinners have always been a regular occurrence—Mom’s way of making sure we all stay connected, no matter how busy life gets. But tonight, the air feels heavier, charged with the secret I’m carrying. Emma arrives shortly after me, giving me a reassuring nod. Her presence is a silent reminder that I’m not entirely alone in this, that someone in this room knows and accepts me for who I am. Inside, everything looks the same as it always has. The scent of my mother’s cooking fills the air, and my dad is already seated at the head of the table, reading the newspaper. It feels almost surreal, like nothing has changed, even though everything inside me feels different. As we sit down to dinner, the familiar questions start. My mom, as usual, asks about work, my plans, and my future. My dad occasionally nods, chiming in with his own opinions on the “right” path for me. And somewhere in the middle of it all, my mind drifts, thinking about Luca and the quiet strength he gave me this morning. Then, just as I think I might get through the evening without any mention of relationships, my mother looks at me, her expression gentle but expectant. “So, Elliot,” she begins, her voice filled with that particular blend of curiosity and expectation that only mothers have. “Are you seeing anyone? We never seem to hear about your love life.” I feel my stomach twist, my heart hammering in my chest. I glance over at Emma, who gives me an encouraging smile, as if to say, It’s okay. You can do this. For a moment, I consider telling them. The words are there, hovering on the tip of my tongue, just waiting to be released. But as I look into my mother’s hopeful eyes and my father’s watchful gaze, the weight of their expectations feels crushing. Instead, I force a smile, the words slipping away before I can catch them. “Not…not right now. Just focusing on work for now.” It’s a half-truth, and I feel a pang of guilt as I say it. But the relief that follows is equally powerful, the fear of rejection momentarily quelled. Emma reaches under the table and gives my hand a quick squeeze. It’s a silent reminder that I have time, that I don’t have to do this all at once. And for now, that’s enough.Elliott Later That NightAfter dinner, I drive to Luca’s apartment, needing the comfort of his presence. The minute I step inside, he pulls me into a hug, his arms wrapping around me like a protective cocoon.“How did it go?” he asks softly, his voice filled with concern.I sigh, resting my head against his shoulder. “I talked to Emma. She was…she was amazing. So supportive. But at dinner…I couldn’t do it. I wanted to, but when I looked at my parents, I just…froze.”Luca pulls back slightly, looking into my eyes with a gentle smile. “Elliot, you don’t have to do it all at once. You took a big step today, telling your sister. That’s something to be proud of.”His words wash over me, soothing the sting of disappointment. I nod, a small smile forming as I lean into him, feeling the tension melt away.“I just want to be with you,” I whisper. “Without all this…fear.”He cups my face, his thumb tracing gentle circles on my cheek. “And you will be, Elliot. One day at a time. I’m here, every
Elliott A few days later, I’m at a café near my office when I unexpectedly run into my mother. She’s sitting alone, reading a book, her tea steaming beside her. For a moment, I consider leaving before she sees me, but something in me tells me to stay. Maybe it’s the conversation I had with Emma, or the look of quiet peace on my mother’s face. I feel a tug of courage, an impulse to try and bridge the gap, even in a small way.“Mom?” I say, approaching her table.She looks up, her eyes lighting up in surprise. “Elliot! What a pleasant surprise. Are you free to join me?”I nod, pulling out the chair across from her. We talk about little things at first—work, family, memories from my childhood that make her smile. But underneath it all, I can feel the weight of the unspoken, the things I still can’t bring myself to say.After a pause, she reaches across the table, placing her hand over mine. “You seem…different lately,” she says, her voice gentle. “Is there something on your mind?”The q
ElliotI’m not sure what it is about nights like this that make me want to disappear. Maybe it's the low hum of the city beneath me, the way the lights reflect off the glass and steel, creating a kind of illusion. Everything looks pristine and contained from this high up. Orderly. Perfect. But that’s not how it feels down there—at least, I don’t think it is.“Elliot, are you even listening?” My father’s voice cuts through my thoughts, sharp and insistent. I turn to face him, plastering on the polite smile I’ve perfected over years of family gatherings, charity events, and business dinners.“Yes, of course,” I say, nodding along even though I’ve tuned out his lecture about “responsibility” and “image” and “the importance of the Moreau name.” It’s always the same speech, with minor adjustments depending on the occasion. Tonight, it’s about the need to form alliances, to think about the family business. To solidify my place within it.As he drones on, I catch my reflection in the massive
ElliotI watch him walk away, feeling oddly… disappointed. It’s strange, but part of me had wanted him to stick around a little longer, even if he clearly had better things to do. He seemed grounded in a way I rarely see in the people I usually spend time with. There was a simplicity to him, a clarity. He looked at me like he could see through all the layers of privilege and expectation that surround me, and it was both unsettling and comforting at the same time.I get back into my car, staring at the spot where he’d been standing. He didn’t even ask my name, and I didn’t ask his. It was just a random encounter, a brief collision of worlds that would never cross paths again. But as I start the engine and pull away, I find myself hoping, strangely, that maybe I’ll run into him again someday.As I drive back toward the lights and luxury that make up my world, his face lingers in my mind a reminder that somewhere out there, life exists beyond the polished surfaces and curated spaces I’ve
LucaWork at the diner is busy today, the morning rush filling every booth and table. The familiar clatter of plates and chatter of customers creates a rhythm I’m used to. I slip into the routine of taking orders, pouring coffee, and refilling drinks. It’s a welcome distraction from my thoughts, but every so often, my mind drifts back to that rich kid.“Luca! Table three needs their check!” my manager calls, pulling me out of my daydream. I nod and hustle over, jotting down the total and grabbing the plates to clear away.ElliotI’ve never been particularly good at small talk. It’s one of those skills you’re supposed to pick up when you grow up in a family like mine, but I always felt like an imposter, faking smiles and nodding along as though I cared about the latest stock prices or who just got a promotion.The meeting with the investors is nothing short of excruciating. I sit there, my father leading the discussion with his usual bravado, while I doodle on the notepad in front of m
LucaInstead, I push the thought aside and make my way to the construction site. I take a deep breath, shaking off the day’s fatigue. I’ve got a job to do, and I’m determined to give it my all.The site is buzzing with activity when I arrive. The familiar sounds of machinery and voices fill the air, creating a comforting sense of purpose. I slip into my work boots and get to it, lifting heavy materials and working alongside the crew.As the sun begins to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, I feel the familiar rhythm of hard work wash over me. It’s grounding, and for a moment, I forget about everything else the stress, the worries, the weight of responsibility.But just as I’m starting to relax, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out, surprised to see a text from an unknown number.“Hey, this is Elliot. From last night.”My heart skips a beat, and I can’t help but smile.I stare at the screen, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. What do I say? Do I play it cool, o
LucaI watch Elliot walk away, a swirl of emotions battling inside me. Part of me is elated, buzzing from the day we spent together, but another part feels a pang of disappointment at the sudden end to our time. I wanted to ask him about more than just dinner, to explore this undeniable connection further, but I held back.The moment they called out to him felt like a jolt, pulling him back to the reality of his world. It’s not that I want him to abandon his friends, but I wish I could be part of that world he inhabits.I turn and head inside my apartment, the familiar surroundings grounding me. I throw my bag on the couch and sit down, my heart racing with thoughts of Elliot. The afternoon we spent together plays in my mind like a favorite movie—his laughter, the way he listened intently when I spoke about my dreams, the spark in his eyes that made me feel alive.But then the doubts creep back in. He lives in a different world than I do, one filled with expectations and responsibilit
As we finish our meals, the conversation continues to flow, each word building a bridge between our worlds. I find myself leaning in closer, captivated not just by what Luca is saying, but by the way he speaks, the passion in his voice, the way his eyes light up when he talks about his dreams. It’s infectious.“So, what’s your dream film about?” I ask, genuinely curious.He pauses for a moment, his fork hovering over his plate. “It’s about a kid who feels lost in the world, trapped in the expectations of his family and society. He discovers a hidden passion for art, and through that, he learns to break free and express himself.”“Wow, that sounds incredible,” I say, nodding enthusiastically. “That resonates with me. It’s like you’re telling your own story.”He smiles. “In a way, yes. I think a lot of us feel that pressure, don’t we?”“Definitely. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever find my own voice, or if I’m just meant to follow the path laid out for me,” I confess, feeling a wave of
Elliott A few days later, I’m at a café near my office when I unexpectedly run into my mother. She’s sitting alone, reading a book, her tea steaming beside her. For a moment, I consider leaving before she sees me, but something in me tells me to stay. Maybe it’s the conversation I had with Emma, or the look of quiet peace on my mother’s face. I feel a tug of courage, an impulse to try and bridge the gap, even in a small way.“Mom?” I say, approaching her table.She looks up, her eyes lighting up in surprise. “Elliot! What a pleasant surprise. Are you free to join me?”I nod, pulling out the chair across from her. We talk about little things at first—work, family, memories from my childhood that make her smile. But underneath it all, I can feel the weight of the unspoken, the things I still can’t bring myself to say.After a pause, she reaches across the table, placing her hand over mine. “You seem…different lately,” she says, her voice gentle. “Is there something on your mind?”The q
Elliott Later That NightAfter dinner, I drive to Luca’s apartment, needing the comfort of his presence. The minute I step inside, he pulls me into a hug, his arms wrapping around me like a protective cocoon.“How did it go?” he asks softly, his voice filled with concern.I sigh, resting my head against his shoulder. “I talked to Emma. She was…she was amazing. So supportive. But at dinner…I couldn’t do it. I wanted to, but when I looked at my parents, I just…froze.”Luca pulls back slightly, looking into my eyes with a gentle smile. “Elliot, you don’t have to do it all at once. You took a big step today, telling your sister. That’s something to be proud of.”His words wash over me, soothing the sting of disappointment. I nod, a small smile forming as I lean into him, feeling the tension melt away.“I just want to be with you,” I whisper. “Without all this…fear.”He cups my face, his thumb tracing gentle circles on my cheek. “And you will be, Elliot. One day at a time. I’m here, every
ElliotI spend the morning trying to calm my nerves, repeating Luca’s words in my mind like a mantra: “Baby steps.” I want to believe that’s all I need, but it’s hard to shake the weight of years spent keeping everything about myself locked away.By the time I reach my sister Emma’s apartment, my heart is pounding, and my hands are clammy. I clench and unclench my fists, trying to steady myself. Emma’s always been the one I’m closest to. Growing up, she was my confidante, the one person I felt understood me without needing an explanation. If there’s anyone I can start with, it’s her.I ring the doorbell, taking a steadying breath. After a moment, the door swings open, and there she is—my older sister, with the same warm smile and the glint of curiosity that’s always made me feel like I could share anything with her.“Elliot!” she says, pulling me into a hug. “It’s so good to see you. I was starting to think you were avoiding me.”I laugh, though it comes out a little shaky. “Never. Ju
ElliotBeing in Luca’s apartment, just the two of us, feels like a sanctuary, a place where I can finally let my guard down. There’s no pressure, no judgment—only the quiet understanding that somehow, he sees me in a way no one else ever has.As I sit there, sipping my tea, I find myself opening up to him in ways I never thought possible. I tell him about my family, about the weight of their expectations, the pressure to live up to an image that never quite fit. I tell him about the fear that’s kept me silent, the longing to break free, to live a life that feels true.He listens without interrupting, his gaze steady, his hand warm on my shoulder. And as I talk, I feel a sense of relief, as if a weight is slowly being lifted from my chest.“I don’t know how to change things,” I admit finally, my voice barely a whisper. “But I want to. I want to find a way to be…me.”Luca reaches out, taking my hand, and his touch is like an anchor, grounding me in the present moment. “You will, Elliot.
ElliotThe beach is quiet now, the sun’s last light fading into darkness as stars begin to dot the sky. Beside me, Luca is a steady, comforting presence. I can feel his warmth as he holds my hand, grounding me in a way I’ve never known. And for the first time, I find myself daring to imagine a future where this, where we could be my reality, a life I no longer have to keep in the shadows.I look over at him, studying his profile as he gazes out at the water, his expression soft, peaceful. There's something so reassuring about Luca’s calm strength, his unspoken promise that he’ll be here no matter what. It makes me want to be braver, to start breaking down the walls I’ve spent so long building.“Thank you,” I murmur, my voice barely more than a whisper. “For being patient with me.”He glances over, a gentle smile spreading across his face. “Elliot, you don’t have to thank me. I want to be here. I’m in this with you.”I swallow, feeling a lump form in my throat. No one has ever said any
LucaBeing with Elliot feels like a dream, one that I never want to wake up from. Every moment we spend together, every laugh, every shared glance—it all feels right, like I’ve finally found my place in the world. But I can sense the weight he’s carrying, the struggle he faces with his family’s expectations, and it kills me that there’s nothing I can do to fix it.I want to be there for him, to show him that he doesn’t have to go through this alone. But I also know that this is his journey, his battle to fight. All I can do is stand by him, offering whatever support he needs, hoping that he’ll find the strength to be true to himself.A few days later, I decide to invite him over to my place. It’s small and far from fancy, but it’s mine, and I want him to feel at home here. As he steps inside, I catch a glimpse of the tension in his shoulders, the weight he’s been carrying around. I wish I could take it from him, even just for a little while.“Make yourself at home,” I say, giving him
LucaThe next morning, as I walk to work, I can’t shake the memory of last night. Every detail, every word, every glance between us plays on repeat in my mind, filling me with a quiet joy that I’ve never felt before. For the first time, I feel like I’m truly moving toward something real, something that matters.When I arrive at the diner, I’m greeted by the usual chaos of breakfast rush, but even that can’t dampen my mood. As I go through the motions, my thoughts keep drifting back to Elliot, to the way he looked at me, the way he made me feel like I could finally be myself.By the time my shift ends, I’m practically counting down the minutes until I can see him again. We’ve made plans to meet at a park after his classes, and the thought of being with him, even just for a few hours, fills me with a sense of excitement I can’t explain.When I finally see him, sitting on a bench with his notebook open, I can’t help but smile. He looks up as I approach, his face lighting up in a way that
LucaThe next time Elliot and I meet, the atmosphere between us is charged with something unspoken, something deeper than friendship. I keep telling myself to stay focused on the film, on the project that’s brought us together. But it’s impossible to ignore the way my pulse quickens when I’m around him, or how I find myself looking forward to every message, every meeting, every chance to see his smile.Tonight, we’ve decided to work at his place again. He invited me over for dinner first, and I can’t help but feel like it’s become something more than just a work session. As I walk up to his door, I tell myself to stay calm, to act normal. But the butterflies in my stomach are impossible to ignore.Elliot opens the door, a warm smile on his face, and my heart skips a beat. He’s dressed casually, but there’s something about him tonight, something that makes him seem even more magnetic than usual.“Hey,” he says, stepping aside to let me in. “I hope you’re hungry. I might have gone a lit
ElliotSaturday arrives, and the morning sun filters through my curtains, casting warm rays across my room. I sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and glance at my phone.A message from Luca brightens my mood. “Excited for today! What do you have planned?I grin, typing back with enthusiasm. “Meet me at the park at noon? I have a surprise!I spend the morning pacing around my room, trying to figure out how to make this day special. I want to show Luca that I’m more than just my family’s legacy. I want him to see the real me, the part that’s been buried under expectations and responsibilities.When I finally arrive at the park, my heart races with anticipation. I spot Luca sitting on a bench, his expression brightening as I approach.“Hey!” he says, his smile infectious.“Hey! Ready for the surprise?“Absolutely,” he replies, leaning forward with excitement.I gesture for him to follow me as we walk deeper into the park. The morning air is crisp, and the trees sway gently in the bre