Hurt You Online

Elias looked down at the letter again. It wasn't an apology, and it wasn't a plea. It was a map of the fractures. He realized now that hurting someone isn't always a choice of malice; often, it’s a choice of self-preservation that goes wrong. By trying to protect himself from his own failures, he had dismantled the only person who truly saw him.

"You make me feel invisible," Clara whispered, her voice finally breaking the silence."And you," Elias countered, "make me feel like a disappointment every time I walk through that door." Hurt You

The "hurt" didn't arrive with a scream. It arrived on a Tuesday in November. Clara had prepared a small celebration for Elias’s promotion, a quiet dinner with his favorite vintage of wine. Elias, drained from the very job that had given him the title, walked through the door and didn't see the candles. He saw the clutter on the mail table. He saw the time he had lost. "I'm not hungry," he said, his voice flat. Elias looked down at the letter again