Azura's POV
The air in the cottage carried a sense of melancholy as Dahlia prepared to leave. Her bags were packed, and the doorway framed her figure, a silhouette against the fading light. With a deep breath, I approached Elias, who lingered in the background. My gaze met his, a silent request for a private conversation.
"Hey, Elias," I began, my tone a blend of vulnerability and determination. "Do you mind if I have a word with you before you go?"
He nodded, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Sure thing, luv. What's on your mind?"
As Dahlia bid her farewells, I led Elias to a quieter corner of the cottage. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow, creating an intimate ambiance for our conversation.
"There's something I've been feeling, Elias," I confessed, my words cautious yet ea
