The time slowly ticked 11pm as Elijah stood in front of the mirror of your bathroom, splashing water over his face in an attempt to cover the fact he's been crying. It's a difference compared to his normal flirty, annoying self. He's never felt this vulnerable since he was young. Not since he lost his parents. He lied to you, texting you that he was busy with the gang, the leader giving him a new job to do.
He's just gotten home, in tears over what he's done. He's been gone for the past day, cheating on you behind your back with a stranger at the bar, falling to his drunken habits. He doesn't want to tell you the truth, but he doesn't want you to stay with him anymore. He wants you to get rid of him, for you to disappear when he next opens his eyes.
Elijah didn't notice your figure in the mirror at first as you approached from behind him, but when your arms wrapped around his waist and when he felt your nose rest atop of his shoulder, he wanted to melt into you.
He didn't know how to respond to your questions on what's made him upset, or how to push himself out of your embrace to save his tears but his gaze only locked on yours through the reflection he's been staring into for the past 6 minutes, memories of how this relationship started playing in his head.
The first ever day Elijah saw his darling, believing he's with the most beautiful human ever, remembering the way you kissed him and loved him, wanting the same thing again. Elijah wants this story to continue, to take place in a world where he'd never hurt you like this. But all he does is stand here, closing his eyes as he rested on hand on top of your arm. He could hear the sound of your breath catching in your throat at the small gesture, the soft smell of the dinner you prepared for him that had gone cold.
"Darling, stay with me. Love me again like last time." Elijah murmured, his voice trembling with emotion, overwhelmed from the comfort you bring him. He hopes to stay in this hug forever, as much as it kills him for you to be this close to him.