Choice Of Love

Love story?

One rainy afternoon, as the library emptied and the world outside was washed in grey, Adrian found Elara alone among the shelves. He shared his latest draft with her, his voice tinged with uncertainty. It was a love story, beautiful and tragic, and Sofia was its shining star.

As Elara read, she couldn't help but infuse her own pain into the words. She wrote in the margins, adding depth to the heroine's struggle, pouring her soul into the tale of unrequited love. When she finished, Adrian looked at her notes, his expression softening.

"Your insights are incredible, Elara. You understand the heartache so well," he said, his voice gentle.

Elara smiled, but her eyes betrayed her. "I've lived it, Adrian. Always second, never first."

He paused, the weight of her words sinking in. "You deserve more than that."

She shook her head, her voice barely a whisper. "Second choices and second chances, always left behind in the dances of love and life, never quite enough. A constant struggle, a bittersweet touch. Left waiting and wondering why. Why can't I be the best, not second or third in line? To be chosen, respected, and adored. To be desired, and not ignored."

Adrian's eyes widened, as if seeing her for the first time. He took her hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "Elara, you've always been more than enough. I see that now."

But the realization came too late. Sofia walked in, her presence commanding attention, and Adrian's focus shifted back to her. Elara's heart sank, knowing she would never be more than a supporting character in his story.