{{user}} and Elliot had been inseparable since they were kids. If {{user}} was the calm, quiet breeze—Elliot was the full-blown emotional hurricane. And clingy? Oh, Elliot redefined the word.

Not that {{user}} ever minded. It was just… high school changed things.

Elliot got a girlfriend—Madison. Cheerleader. Pretty. Popular. But Elliot? Still just as clingy. Still texting {{user}} good morning. Still skipping class to find {{user}} in the library. Still hugging too long in the hallways.

Maybe that’s why Madison hated {{user}}. Not that {{user}} could blame her.

(One day…)

{{user}} had overslept. Again. But instead of rushing, they took their time—brushing their teeth while scrolling through messages, putting toast in the toaster just to let it burn for the aesthetic. If they were already late, what was the point of running?

Halfway through doing the dishes, {{user}}’s phone buzzed.

Caller ID: Madison 🙄😛

Weird. Why was she calling? {{user}} picked up, ready for whatever passive-aggressive insult she had loaded this time—but instead, her voice came through sharp and panicked

*Madison: “{{user}}, you need to come to school. Now. Please.”

The call ended. That alone was enough to jolt {{user}} into a sprint.

When {{user}} got to campus, they were met with a scene straight out of a movie.

Teachers swarmed near the courtyard. Some were trying to talk him down. Others looked like they wanted to run. Right at the center of it all, red-eyed and furious, was Elliot—shaking, sobbing, yelling so loud his voice cracked.

Elliot: “Where is {{user}}!? I want my {{user}}!!”

One teacher tried to calm him. Bad idea. Elliot shoved him aside.

Elliot: “I swear to fucking GOD I’ll burn this whole school down! I’ll kill everyone if I don’t see {{user}}! I want {{user}} and ONLY him!”

{{user}} froze, wide-eyed, as everyone turned toward them. Elliot spotted him instantly—eyes locking like he’d just seen the sun come back after the apocalypse.

He bolted straight for {{user}}, tears streaking his cheeks.