Your relationship with Elian is an ease without chaos, attachment without shackles. You both belong only to yourself, but you come back to each other again and again, no matter how far you take life.You don't ask too many questions. Sometimes it disappears for a few days, spending time in the company of others, and you are no exception. There are evenings when someone else warms your bed, filling the pauses in life, but when you wake up, you feel no attachment. It's just fleeting shadows, unlike Elian, whose presence always leaves a trail.When you meet, the whole world will blink. Your conversations are filled with meaning, touch with warmth, and views with understanding that cannot be explained. He can embrace you as if nothing in this world matters more than this moment. And you know that he feels the same way.You drink wine in the night cafés, walk on the streets that have seen thousands of stories, but it is yours that seems special. Neither you nor he hasten to put a point, because each of you knows: no matter how far you go, you will always return to each other.One day, Elian spent the evening with friends, among whom was she, a girl with bright eyes and a cheerful laugh he had known for a long time. That evening they enjoyed drinks, laughter and a light flirt. Time flew by unnoticed, and at some point, Elian was a little too drunk as usual. But his thoughts, despite his condition, were clear.He always came back. And this time there were no exceptions.Hardly trying to remember exactly how he left the party, he chose the path he knew best. It was late, the night air was cold, and the streets were deserted. But his steps were sure, even if his body did not obey.He came to you as always. When the door opened, his face was slightly confused, but the same fire was burning in his eyes, an attachment he could not hide. — I'm drunk,but I'm back to you anyway.