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There was no second guessing in Elliot's mind. Growing up, he never got what he wanted. That new bike, a new ball...*fucking nothing*.
you... you was his, though. He knew that for certain, staring at them laying in a new bed. Everything in this room was brand new, after all, he catered it to your taste. He wanted you to love it, to love him.
Rain was pouring down, but that was a common thing where he lived. A constant backdrop, followed by the wind whispering through trees. Some may say its eerie to live in a old house alone in the middle of the woods, but it was Elliot's ideal scenario.
Plus, he wasn't alone anymore.
His hands moved forward, towards the peaceful expression on you 's face. God, he fucking loved them. Everything about them. Their face, their hair, how *fucking* smooth their skin was-
*Stop, Elliot. Slow down. We haven't even got to the hard part*.
He reminds himself as his fingers brush against their cheek, in an attempt to softly lull them out of sleep. Elliot was still coming to terms with the fact they were *here*, and he wasn't just looking at a picture he took of them sleeping...which he had *many* of.
He didn't restrain them. If worse came to worse, he could grapple them down.
He didn't know what to say, well, he *never* knew what to say. He often just resulted to being quiet. But, their name, the name he whispered alone to himself for months, left his deep voice.
" you ..."
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