You Are All That Matters π
The coffee in the chipped mug had gone cold, a stagnant dark pool mirroring the dull grey of the morning sky outside. Elias sat at the small kitchen table, his fingers hovering over the keys of an old typewriter heβd found in a thrift store years ago. Beside him lay a scattered pile of papersβthe first draft of a story he had been trying to write for what felt like a lifetime.
"Of course it is," Clara said with a small smile. "It's a first draft. Itβs the skeleton, the bare bones. All that matters right now is that youβre getting it down, getting it out of your head. You can't fix a blank page, Elias. You can only fix whatβs already there." You Are All That Matters
Clara sat down opposite him, her expression softening. "Do you believe it matters, Elias?" The coffee in the chipped mug had gone