You Are All That Matters May 2026

Clara sat down opposite him, her expression softening. "Do you believe it matters, Elias?"

He looked at the title he’d scrawled at the top of the first page: “All That Matters.” You Are All That Matters

"Of course it is," Clara said with a small smile. "It's a first draft. It’s the skeleton, the bare bones. All that matters right now is that you’re getting it down, getting it out of your head. You can't fix a blank page, Elias. You can only fix what’s already there." Clara sat down opposite him, her expression softening

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 he’d found in a thrift store years ago. Beside him lay a scattered pile of papers—the first draft of a story he had been trying to write for what felt like a lifetime. It’s the skeleton, the bare bones