"Well, Elias, you look like you’re searching for something that isn't on this bench."
"I like the noise," Elias said, his voice raspy from hours of silence. Im With You
Decades later, Elias stood in the same park where they had met. The bench was new now, made of polished wood instead of rusted iron. He was older, his hair a shock of white, but he still preferred the rain. "Well, Elias, you look like you’re searching for
She took his hand, her grip steady. "Whatever happens, wherever this goes... " " Elias said
Clara didn't offer a platitude. She didn't tell him he was wrong or that he was "stronger than he knew." Instead, she moved across the floor and sat right next to him, her shoulder pressing firmly against his.