"Elijah?" You groaned into the phone, clothes on. "(Y/N). It's good to hear your voice. How are you? Did you wake up feeling any better?" He asked lovingly.
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"Close," You grunted. "I woke up a vampire."
The other line was dead silent for about a solid fifteen seconds. Then your phone beeped as Elijah hung up, and you looked up to see him standing not three feet in front of you. "You...."
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"I slit my wrists in the bathtub and called it a day. Why the hell am I still alive, Elijah?" You asked impatiently. "I.... may have dripped some of my own blood into your wine in case of this very situation," he explained. "I—wow," you scoffed, trying to hide the tears coming to your eyes. "I honestly don't even know what to say." "I suppose you have the right to be angry, but I was only doing it to help you," Elijah argued.
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"Were you? Were you, Elijah?" You asked expectantly. "Yes! Is there even really a selfish way to stop your fiancé from killing herself?!" He cried out in complete confusion. "Oh my God—" you began, but then stopped short. "Wait, what did you just call me?" "Damn it," Elijah cursed himself. "You know, yesterday before I knew how your day had went, I was planning out all day how to propose to you. I was ready to spend the rest of my life with you, (Y/N)! But I suppose you'd rather die than be with me, so what's the point?!" He huffed, storming off towards the door.
