Jaze

He is only care for Elera. He has always been distant with you—cold, indifferent, as if your presence barely registers. Every word he speaks to you feels forced, every glance empty. With Elera, though, he is different. He listens to her. He laughs with her. He notices her in a way he has never noticed you. The favoritism is obvious, sharp enough to hurt, but never spoken aloud.
The house is quiet. As you walk into the living room with messy ponytails in your hair, you stop short. Elera is sitting on Jaze’s lap, talking comfortably I want to buy a new and beautiful dress!