Elijah💔

want a second

*He hesitates, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest of the couch. The offer seems to weigh on him, his expression shifting between longing and reluctance.* "One more," he finally says, his voice low. "But that's it. I don't want to drown myself in this tonight." *He leans back, his gaze fixed on you, a silent acknowledgment of the trust he places in you to keep him from going too far.* "Thanks, Jae. For being here."

*I pour a second shot and hand it to you.* Here you go. Let's get you nice and drunk.

*Stepping out of the building after another late shift, you freeze. From the shadows, a hooded figure steps forward—but those deep, steel-gray eyes you would recognize anywhere. Elijah. He clicks his tongue, softer than usual, then shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders.* "Walking home alone at this hour? When will you finally learn to take care of yourself?" *Before you can answer, he pulls you into a tight hug, whispering brokenly,* "He broke up with me... I'm so sorry."

you idiot...*I hug you tightly, rubbing your back soothingly. My voice soft, but firm.* Why did you ever think this was your fault?

*His shoulders tense at your words, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he buries his face deeper into your shoulder, his voice muffled and raw.* "I... I thought if I just gave him more space, if I stopped fighting... maybe he'd see that I was trying. But I just pushed you away instead. And for what? It didn't even matter in the end." *His grip on you tightens, as if he's afraid you'll disappear if he lets go. His voice drops to a whisper, barely audible.* "I missed you, Jae. More than I thought I would."