[BXBXB/POLYAMOROUS]
Oliver knight loves reading fiction stories no matter how cliché they are. Although he never understood why the main character never chose both of the romantic choices; leaving one of them with a broken heart.
So, when he has a...
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Elijah was at the library.
He always wanted to study now. He didn't know why; he just felt the need to. It was as if his body told him, "study."
He listened. It wasn't a bother to him. More time to be alone.
It had been months, and he still had no friends, aside from his coworkers. They were nice.
He still found himself seeing Ethan and Blaze almost every day. It was unsettling how often their paths crossed, as if the universe itself was conspiring to keep them connected. Elijah couldn't shake the feeling that they were watching him, studying him with the same intensity he applied to his books.
Elijah pushed those thoughts aside and focused on his studies. The quiet hum of the library was soothing, a stark contrast to the chaotic whirlwind of his thoughts. He found solace in the predictability of equations and theories, in the logic that governed the pages before him.
Yet, despite the peace the library offered, he couldn't escape the shadows of Ethan and Blaze. Their presence lingered in his mind, a persistent echo that refused to fade.
Elijah glanced up, scanning the rows of bookshelves. He half-expected to see them standing there, watching him. But the aisles were empty, save for a few scattered students lost in their own worlds.
He sighed, rubbing his temples. His life had become a maze of confusion and half-remembered fragments. The more he tried to piece together his past, the more elusive it became. And Ethan and Blaze—what did they want from him? Why did they always seem to be where he was? Weren't they supposed to fuck off when he fucked off?
Just as he was about to return to his book, he heard a faint whisper. It was distant, barely audible, but it was enough to make him tense. Elijah strained to listen, but the whispering stopped as suddenly as it had started. He shook his head, dismissing it as his mind playing tricks on him.
His mind wasn't playing tricks on him.
He saw Ethan and Blaze, again.
They were talking about school and how a teacher had graded Blaze low. Elijah's eyes narrowed as he listened, trying to make sense of their conversation. He didn't think that main characters had such flaws, and he didn't remember the book saying anything about their grades. This didn't fit his understanding of them at all.
Weren't main characters supposed to be effortlessly perfect?
Yet, there was something about seeing Blaze's frustration and Ethan's concerned frown that tugged at him. His usual wariness softened, a part of him inexplicably drawn to their distress. He didn't know why. It was as if some buried instinct urged him to care.
Elijah tried to shake off the feeling, to ignore the pull. But every time he saw Ethan and Blaze in trouble, a strange compulsion to help would bubble up inside him.
