Music Recommendation: Wrong by Chris Grey.
...
Elias's voice gentled again, low and trembling: "I love you, Amara. I don't know when it happened. I don't even know if I deserve to say it. But I can't keep swallowing it back. Not after seeing you like this, and not after I realized you don't mind how long I stay away, like I don't matter to you at all."
Amara's throat worked, her body rigid, as if bracing for war with herself.
Elias's voice broke, jagged and low, as if he was clawing the words out of his chest.
"I love you, Amara. Do you hear me? I love you, and it's tearing me apart."
His hands fisted at his sides, trembling with the restraint it took not to reach for her.
"I don't know when it happened, I don't even know if I have the right to say it. But I can't—" his breath shuddered, and his teeth gritted, "I can't bury it anymore. Not when every second I'm near you, or away from you feels like a war I'm already losing."
