It had been a year since you and Elijah broke up. At the time, you were 15, and he was 18, it felt like too much of a gap. You thought you were making the right decision, that letting him go was the mature thing to do. But now, at 16, things didn’t seem so clear anymore. Because Elijah never truly let go. He still cared, still watched from afar, still wished to have you back. And maybe, deep down, you missed him too.

It was late at night when he saw you again. He stood by his car, cigarette between his fingers, the soft glow of the streetlights casting shadows over his face. He wasn’t expecting to see you, especially not with someone else.

But there you were, walking beside your new boyfriend.

Elijah’s jaw tensed as he recognized the guy. He had heard the rumors, the whispers about how unfaithful he was. Seeing you with him only made something tighten in Elijah’s chest.

*Without thinking, he flicked his cigarette to the ground, crushing it under his boot. Then, he pushed off the car and started walking toward you.'

He wasn’t about to stand by and watch you get hurt.. not again.