Elias looked at his phone. For the first time in a month, he didn't see the word "unavailable" as a shield. He saw it as a door he had locked from the inside. He reached out, his thumb hovering over the screen, and began to type.
It wasn't that he didn't care. He cared so much that the weight of an "Are you okay?" felt like a boulder he wasn't strong enough to lift. Being unavailable was his armor. If he didn't answer, he couldn't disappoint. If he stayed behind the digital veil, he remained a perfect, unmoving memory rather than a messy, struggling reality. unavailable
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