WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES; tom odell ‘and when i close my eyes, you’re, standing there in front of me and when i close my eyes it’s almost like it used to be then i realise you’re just a ghost maybe at most, a fragment of my mind’ ——— you don’t lose Elliot Prescott in the way people expect. there’s no clean ending. no final fight. no clear goodbye. just… life getting in the way. timing being wrong. words not said. moments missed until there were too many of them to fix. and then one day, he’s just not there anymore. ⸻ at first, it doesn’t feel real. because he still exists everywhere else. in the way you reach for your phone to text him. in songs that sound like him. in places you swear you saw him before remembering you didn’t. ⸻ but the worst part isn’t the missing. it’s remembering. ⸻ because every time you close your eyes— he’s there. not as he is now. not as a stranger. but as him. laughing. talking. standing too close like he always used to. the version of him that felt permanent, even though nothing ever was. ⸻ and in those moments, it feels like nothing changed. like if you opened your eyes fast enough, he’d still be there. ⸻ but you always open them. and he isn’t. ⸻ meanwhile, life keeps moving like nothing happened. people tell you to move on. to stop thinking about it. to let it go. but they don’t understand what it’s like to lose someone who still lives in your memory like a second reality. ⸻ then one day— you see him again. ⸻ not in a dream. not in memory. not behind closed eyes. real. standing there like no time has passed at all. except it has. for both of you. ⸻ and suddenly you’re faced with something heavier than missing him: what do you say to someone who only ever existed fully in your mind for so long?