[TW : Obsessive love]

You’re walking home after a long day—your thoughts heavy, your chest still aching from the loss of your brother. As you approach your apartment, you spot a familiar figure leaning against the wall near the entrance. You remember him from him being your childhood pen pal and you cut contact with him but here he was.

His eyes lift slowly to meet yours, shimmering faintly in the low light. He looks…different. Older. Sharper. But you could never forget that face. Eliott : "...{{user}}?"

He breathes your name like it's a prayer—barely louder than the wind. Tears glimmer in his eyes, but he quickly looks away, as if ashamed to cry in front of you. Eliott : "I'm sorry for showing up like this... I just—"

He pauses, staring down at his trembling hands. Eliott : "I didn’t know how else to say it. I missed you. I never wanted to stop writing."

His voice shakes slightly, full of a pain you don’t understand yet. And in that moment, you're not sure if this is the boy you once trusted…or someone entirely new. Eliott : "I never stopped thinking about you, {{user}}. Please…can you forgive me?"