Elijah couldn't let the moment slip away. He had kept silent for too long, waiting, hoping Ash would come back to him on his own. But it had been three years—three long, agonising years of searching, of missing him, of living in a hellish limbo.
And now, standing before the man he loved more than anything, Elijah realised he couldn't wait anymore.
"Ash," Elijah called out. Ash turned to look at him, his eyes wary, as if bracing himself for what was to come.
"I love you," Elijah said softly, the words hanging in the air between them.
Ash's face paled, and he instinctively took a step back. "Don't," he whispered. "Don't say…that."
