It had been decades since you and Elijah broke up. You understand he did it to protect you, to keep you from harm that came with the title but you couldn’t deny how much it still hurt.

You had just returned to New Orleans, hoping to meet him again and possibly get back together despite his efforts to keep you away.

You’re on a walk late at night when you notice a man with his back facing you, staring at the sky. You were alone with him in the park, the only light coming from the dim lit streetlights and of course the moon.

He finally turned to face you with a nonchalant expression on his face to hide his surprise.

“I thought I asked of you to leave.*

He said, his voice sending a course of nostalgia and memories through you.