Consumed by you : Whispers of devotion

Chapter 19: Fractured Connections

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**Elara's Perspective**

Elara's heart raced as she stood outside Lucas's bakery. Her hands were clammy, and her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. She had spent hours pacing back and forth in her apartment, debating whether she should come here. She knew things had changed between them—things she couldn't quite control—but she had to try. She couldn't lose him. Not now, not after everything.

With a deep breath, she pushed open the door. The familiar jingle of the bell sent a wave of nostalgia through her, but it was quickly replaced by a knot in her stomach when she saw them.

Lucas was leaning against the counter, laughing with Sophie. His smile—once something that made her heart flutter—felt like a dagger now. He seemed so at ease with Sophie, so comfortable, as though she had taken the place that Elara once occupied.

"Lucas..." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried enough weight to break the laughter between them.

Lucas turned to her, and in an instant, the warmth in his eyes vanished. His expression turned cold, distant, like a stranger. The shift was so sudden, it made her freeze in place.

"What are you doing here, Elara?" His voice was sharp, dismissive, as though her presence was a burden.

Elara felt her throat tighten, her chest burning with a mix of frustration and sorrow. "I came to check on you," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "I wanted to see if we could talk."

But Lucas wasn't listening. He crossed his arms over his chest, his stance defensive, and something in his eyes seemed to harden. "There's nothing to talk about," he said bluntly. "You've done enough."

Those words felt like a slap. She hadn't expected him to be so harsh, so quick to push her away. The pain was immediate, and she could feel tears stinging the corners of her eyes, but she swallowed them back.

"I was just trying to help—" she started, but Lucas cut her off.

"Help?" he scoffed. "You call what you did help? Elara, you dragged me into something I never wanted. You don't get to just show up and act like everything is normal. It's not."

Elara's stomach churned. She had thought, naively, that maybe they could work through this. That maybe, just maybe, he'd understand. But now, standing here in front of him, with Sophie by his side, she realized how wrong she'd been.

"Lucas, please, I—"

"Just stop," he snapped, his voice rising in frustration. "I don't need you. I don't want anything to do with you."

The finality in his words was like a punch to the gut. Her legs felt weak, and for a moment, she thought she might collapse right there. He didn't mean that, did he? He couldn't.

"Lucas, I—" She tried again, her voice barely holding together.

But he turned away from her, his back stiff, and it was clear the conversation was over.

**Lucas's Perspective**

Watching Elara's face crumble should have hurt more. It should have made him feel something—guilt, remorse, even anger at himself for being so cruel. But instead, all he felt was numb. He had to push her away. He had to sever this connection before it pulled him under completely.

As she stood there, pleading with him, he could see the desperation in her eyes. And for a moment—a brief, fleeting moment—he wanted to reach out, to tell her he didn't mean it. That he still cared about her, maybe more than he was willing to admit. But the darkness inside him was too strong, too overwhelming.

It was easier to shut her out. Easier to pretend that none of this mattered, that she didn't matter.

"You need to leave, Elara," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "There's nothing left to talk about."

Sophie glanced at him, her eyes full of concern, but he couldn't meet her gaze. If Sophie knew what he had been hiding—what he had become—she wouldn't be standing by his side, either. He had to keep this facade intact.

"Lucas, you're being too harsh," Sophie whispered, stepping closer to him. "She's obviously hurting."

"I don't care," he muttered, though the lie tasted bitter on his tongue.

As Elara stood frozen, torn between staying and leaving, he forced himself to look her in the eyes one last time. The pain there was undeniable, but it was better this way. Better for her to hate him than to be pulled into the storm inside him.

**Elara's Perspective**

Her heart shattered. Every word out of Lucas's mouth was a dagger, each one slicing deeper than the last. She had come here hoping to salvage something—anything—but now it felt like she was drowning.

She glanced at Sophie, the girl standing so close to Lucas, and the realization hit her like a freight train. She was the outsider now. Whatever connection she thought they had, it had crumbled. And Sophie... Sophie had taken her place.

"Fine," Elara whispered, her voice trembling. "I'll go."

She turned quickly, walking out of the bakery before the tears could fall. Her steps felt heavy, like each one was dragging her further down into despair. The night air hit her like a slap, but it did nothing to soothe the burning ache in her chest.

As she walked away, she glanced back, just for a moment, just to see him one last time. And there he was, standing at the counter with Sophie, their heads close together, sharing some secret joke. The sight made her stomach twist painfully.

She turned away, her hands clenching into fists. She couldn't let him see her like this—broken, weak, defeated. If he didn't want her, if he was done with her, then she'd have to accept it. But the pain in her chest was suffocating, and she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep it together.

**Lucas's Perspective**

Lucas watched her leave, his heart pounding in his chest. He wanted to call out to her, to tell her to stop, but his lips remained sealed. Instead, he stood there, his hands gripping the edge of the counter so tightly his knuckles turned white.

"What's going on with you two?" Sophie asked softly, her eyes searching his face for answers.

"Nothing," Lucas lied, the word bitter on his tongue.

Sophie frowned. "Lucas, she clearly cares about you. Why are you pushing her away?"

Because I have to, he thought, though he couldn't bring himself to say it aloud. He couldn't let Elara see what he had become. He couldn't let her see the darkness inside him, the part of him that was still craving her even as he shoved her away.

"It's better this way," he muttered under his breath, but even as he said it, he wasn't sure he believed it.

Sophie sighed, shaking her head. "One day, you're going to regret this."

Lucas remained silent, watching the door where Elara had just disappeared. Regret was already settling in his chest, but it was too late to turn back now.

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**Extended Feelings**

Elara walked away from the bakery, every step feeling like a weight dragging her down. She kept telling herself not to cry, not to break down, but her emotions were a storm. Lucas had always been her world, her obsession, her anchor—and now he was gone.

As she finally allowed herself to breathe, to let the tears flow, she made a decision. If Lucas didn't want her, if he truly wanted nothing to do with her, then maybe it was time for her to let go. But deep down, she knew it was a lie. She would never let go.

Lucas, meanwhile, stood behind the counter, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. As much as he wanted to deny it, he missed Elara already. But the darkness inside him was too strong, and until he could control it, he had to keep her at arm's length—even if it meant breaking both of their hearts in the process.

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