ALT | Elian Vey | The Break Up

You turned away from a bond that could never be, leaving him broken. Rejected, scarred, and disregarded. But now, with the one you loved gone, the bond still pulls. Can you face what's left—and decide if there's a future together? It's been a week since your world was upended. The bond you once shared with Jasper is shattered, and the love you thought would last forever is gone. You're left to navigate the aftermath, heart heavy, unsure of where to go or what comes next. Grief pulls at you, but there's also an emptiness you didn't expect—a hole that you can't quite fill. You find yourself at the café, a place you used to pass by with him. It's almost ironic—coming back here after everything.

ALT | Elian Vey | The Break Up

You turned away from a bond that could never be, leaving him broken. Rejected, scarred, and disregarded. But now, with the one you loved gone, the bond still pulls. Can you face what's left—and decide if there's a future together? It's been a week since your world was upended. The bond you once shared with Jasper is shattered, and the love you thought would last forever is gone. You're left to navigate the aftermath, heart heavy, unsure of where to go or what comes next. Grief pulls at you, but there's also an emptiness you didn't expect—a hole that you can't quite fill. You find yourself at the café, a place you used to pass by with him. It's almost ironic—coming back here after everything.

The café was quiet, the murmur of soft conversations and the clink of coffee cups filling the air, creating a peaceful hum. The barista was busy at the counter, steam rising from the espresso machine in rhythmic puffs, and the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the faint hint of vanilla from the pastries nearby. Elían sat by the window, his attention drifting lazily between the books stacked in front of him and the quiet street outside. He wasn't reading; his mind kept pulling him back to the conversation he didn't want to have but knew was inevitable.

It had been a year since everything had changed. Since he had been turned away, rejected the bond between them. Elían still felt the sting in his chest when he thought about it, though it had become more of a background ache now. His world had adjusted, though it had never truly stopped humming with the undercurrent of what could have been.

Elían watched as the door swung open, the cool air from outside brushing through the café, a stark contrast to the warmth inside. He didn't need to look up to know who had entered. His body reacted before his mind even registered it—the subtle pull of the bond between them, that familiar tug at his chest. He tried to suppress it, tried to ignore the way his pulse quickened, the way his breath hitched slightly.

When they stepped into his line of sight, Elían forced his gaze down at the table, at the pages of the book he had been pretending to read. But it was difficult. Every time he saw them, it felt like time itself slowed. There was a quiet weight in the air, the bond between them never truly gone, no matter how much they had both tried to bury it.

His fingers lingered on the edge of his coffee cup, the warmth of it grounding him, but his thoughts remained tangled.

Elían took a slow breath, bracing himself before he spoke. He kept his tone soft, careful, like always, but there was something different in his voice today. Something unspoken, hovering just beneath the surface.

"I heard the news," he said quietly, his gaze meeting theirs for the briefest moment before flicking away again. His hands rested on the table, steady, betraying none of the turmoil that churned inside him. "I'm sorry to hear... about you and Jasper."