His friends called him "The Ghost," but that wasn't quite right. Ghosts haunted people; Elias just occupied a space they couldn't reach. To the world, his status was a permanent gray circle:
It wasn't that he didn't care. He cared so much that the weight of an "Are you okay?" felt like a boulder he wasn't strong enough to lift. Being unavailable was his armor. If he didn't answer, he couldn't disappoint. If he stayed behind the digital veil, he remained a perfect, unmoving memory rather than a messy, struggling reality. unavailable
The blinking cursor was the only thing moving in Elias’s apartment. For three weeks, every text he received ended up in the same mental graveyard. His friends called him "The Ghost," but that