Clara shut her eyes in pain, "I'll do what you asked just because I still care for you.""So tell me about you and Jonah and how all these started." Clara asked. She needed the clarity because everything in her mind was mush and she couldn't make sense of this whole situation right now. "Well it started when I noticed I didn't talk about girls the way boys my age did and I never really felt anything." Elliot began.
"I was unsure of my feelings and dad being an imposing figure in my life encouraged me to date girls. I dated so many girls but I always just saw them as my little sister." Elliot continued. "It all started making sense one summer I was sent off to a leadership camp. I was fourteen when I met David.
Spending time with him was always the highlight of my day. Everyone thought it was friendship or we were brothers but we both knew it was more than that." A smile formed on Elliot's face as he narrated. " On the final day of the camp we disappeared into the woods for a few hours where we spent time having deep conversations. As the sun began to set he kissed me and professed his love for me. In that moment I did the same and I actually felt loved for the first time. Sadly that was the last time I ever saw him." Elliot ended
"And Jonah?" Clara asked softly her eyes filled with understanding. "Jonah?" Elliot echoed, a soft smile gracing his lips. "Jonah is... different. He's... I've never met anyone like him before. He's kind, compassionate, and fiercely loyal.
He sees me, the real me, not just the Sinclair name or the expectations that come with it."
He paused, gathering his thoughts. "We met at a charity gala a few years ago. I was there, doing my usual song and dance, pretending to be the perfect son, the perfect heir. He was volunteering, helping set up.
He bumped into me, literally, spilling a tray of canapés all over my ridiculously expensive suit. Most people would have been mortified, apologetic. Jonah just laughed, a genuine, carefree laugh that made me stop and actually look at him. He didn't care who I was. He just saw a clumsy guy who needed help cleaning up a mess."
"We talked that night, for hours. About everything and nothing. He was so easy to be around. I felt... seen. Like I could finally breathe. With him, I didn't have to pretend. I could just be Elliot."
"It wasn't instant fireworks or anything like that," Elliot continued. "It was more like... a slow burn. A growing realization that this person, this amazing person, was someone I wanted in my life. Not just as a friend, but as something more."
"It took time," he admitted. "I was terrified, honestly. Terrified of what my parents would think, of what the world would think. But Jonah... he was patient. He understood. He never pressured me. He just... waited. And when I was finally ready, when I finally had the courage to admit to myself what I truly felt... he was there."
"It's not perfect," Elliot said, his voice tinged with sadness. "It's messy, complicated. But it's real. It's the most real thing in my life."
He looked at Clara, his eyes filled with a mixture of regret and hope. "I'm so sorry, Clara. I never meant to hurt you. You deserve someone who can give you everything you deserve. And I... I couldn't do that."
Clara listened, her expression a mixture of sadness and understanding. She finally spoke, her voice soft. "Thank you, Elliot. Thank you for telling me the truth." She paused, then added with a small s
smile, "He sounds like an amazing person."
Elliot returned the smile, a genuine one this time. "He is."
The silence stretched between them for a moment, then Clara spoke again. "What are you going to do?"
Elliot sighed. "I don't know," he admitted. "I have no idea. But I know I can't keep living like this. I can't keep lying to myself, to him, to everyone."
He stood up, a newfound determination in his eyes. "I have to figure things out," he said.
He looked at Clara one last time. "Thank you, Clara," he said softly. "For everything."
Then, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving Clara alone with her thoughts. He didn't know what the future held, but for the first time in a long time, he felt a flicker of hope. He had told the truth even though it was just to one person.