Elijah's pov ;
With a gentle sigh, I reached over and clicked off the bedside lamp. The room was plunged into darkness, save for the soft moonlight that filtered through the curtains. I nestled myself closer to him, seeking solace in his warmth.
My head found its resting place on his pillow as I exhaled an exhausted deep breath. I closed my eyes and nuzzled deeper into his hair.
But I know even in my dreams, he would haunt me. His face, his voice, his words. The ache in my heart only grew stronger as I slept.
Why is this so difficult? Why can't I just express how I feel?
I chastised myself for feeling so insecure about something as simple as this. After all, this wasn't high school anymore; I was an adult who should be capable of handling rejection with grace and maturity. And yet here I was, lying awake and overthinking every little detail.
