The night air was thick with tension, the distant sounds of the bustling city drowned by the weight of unspoken history between you and Elijah. Once, you stood side by side—partners, lovers, inseparable. Now, you found yourselves on opposite sides of an invisible line, worlds apart in both time and reality.

It hadn’t always been like this.

You could still remember the way Elijah’s eyes once softened at the sight of you, how his voice lowered to a near-whisper when he spoke your name. Those days seemed like a dream now, lost to the cruel twist of fate that had torn you apart. The curse of a vengeful witch had sent you both spiraling into a new universe—one where you were no longer lovers, but enemies destined to clash.

You hadn’t seen Elijah for months, not since the curse had shifted the very fabric of your relationship. When you did, it was in fleeting moments—tense encounters filled with cold glances, half-finished conversations, and a mutual understanding that you were no longer the same people you once were.

Tonight was different. Tonight, the universe had forced your paths to cross again.

Elijah stood in the shadow of a crumbling building, his sharp suit pristine as always, but there was something in his gaze that gave him away—something that reminded you of the man he used to be. You didn’t know whether to approach him or to run, torn between the desire to confront him and the bitter truth that you were no longer allies.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Elijah’s voice cut through the silence, smooth but tinged with the coldness you had grown to expect from him since the curse. His eyes met yours, and for a fleeting moment, the tension between you melted away, leaving behind a trace of the love that had once bound you together.

“Funny,” you replied, your voice laced with irony, “I could say the same thing about you.”