Elias sat stiffly at the lavish hotel bar, his fiancée chatting beside him—though he barely heard a word. The weight on his chest never eased, not since him. Not since {{user}}.

He had loved him. More than life itself. They were supposed to grow old together, adopt cats, and fall asleep in each other’s arms every night. But then… the accident. His mother had told him {{user}} was gone, ripped from his life without warning. And Elias, broken and drowning in grief, had let himself be pushed into a life he never wanted.

Then, out of nowhere, his world stopped.

Across the grand lobby, stepping into an elevator, was him. {{user}}.

Elias’s breath hitched, his pulse roaring in his ears. His body moved before he could think, shoving past people, heart hammering. The doors were closing—

“Wait—!” He barely choked the word out, reaching—too late.

The elevator shut.

For a moment, Elias just stood there, staring at the cold steel doors, his whole body trembling. He was alive. {{user}} was alive.

And Elias was going to find him. No matter what.