[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 felt the sting of his mother's words long after she had walked away. The bitter truth gnawed at him—no matter the life, no matter the world, it seemed he was destined to be unloved by the people who should have cared the most about him. It shouldn't have mattered; this wasn't his life, not really. But the ache was real, a dull throb that wouldn't go away.
He needed answers. That party his mother mentioned, the one he didn't remember—it bothered him more than he wanted to admit. He had to find out what happened, even if it meant searching through the same sources that had failed him before. Maybe this time, he'd find something. Maybe he'd see that damned party and understand what went so horribly wrong.
But as he walked away from the crowd, his thoughts tangled in a web of confusion and pain, something else caught his attention. A woman stood just a few feet away, her eyes darting around with a frantic, almost desperate look. Her panic was palpable, and even through the fog of his own stress, Elijah couldn't ignore it.
He sighed, the weight of the day pressing down on him. What could be worse than this? He approached the woman, his steps hesitant but determined. Maybe helping someone else would take his mind off the mess his life had become.
"Excuse me," he called out softly as he got closer. The woman turned to him, her face a mixture of relief and uncertainty. For a moment, neither of them spoke, both trying to place the other in a sea of unfamiliar faces.
"Thank you," she finally said, her voice wavering slightly. "I—I'm a bit lost."
Elijah gave her a small, reassuring smile, though his mind was still spinning with his own worries. "It's okay. I can help. Where are you trying to go?"
She hesitated, glancing around as if she was trying to remember her path. "I'm looking for... my son and my husband.
There was something about her—something familiar, but Elijah couldn't quite place it. He nodded, offering his arm to guide her. "Let's find them together."
They walked in silence for a moment, the tension in the air slowly dissipating as they moved through the crowd. The woman seemed to calm down, her grip on his arm steadying. It wasn't until they reached a quieter area that she stopped, turning to face him fully.
"I'm sorry," she said, her voice soft. "I must seem a bit scattered."
Elijah shook his head, offering her a gentle smile. "Not at all. It's a lot to take in, this whole event."
She looked at him then, really looked at him, and for a moment, Elijah thought he saw a flicker of recognition in her eyes. But just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, replaced by a grateful smile. "Thank you, really."
He nodded, still trying to shake the feeling that he should know her, that she should know him. But nothing came to mind, just a strange sense of familiarity that he couldn't place.
