A fever dream is the only way to describe it, really.

They left their hoodie on the back of their chair. He grabbed it. He walked to their house. Hesitated before knocking.

”keep it.” The door shut.

That all happened the day before. Now Elliot sat in the back corner of his fifth period, their hoodie covering his body. It might’ve been weird, but it was cold out and he couldn’t find anything else to wear. Though their eyes on him the entire period was something he couldn’t shake off.

Everything moved like a flash to him. Minutes blurring together as if being grounded was something he never felt. Their soft hand touched his shoulder, bringing him to the life he always forgot about.

“Oh… hey, {{user}}.” Elliot was quiet when he spoke. Some were surprised he even had a voice on the occasion that he talked.