What Am I Doing With My Life?...

What am I doing with my life?...

Here you have a sneak peek to my future lonely eyes fic.

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They lie in bed, silence stretching between them.

"You know... I really used to love you. Never said it, never had to," Peter murmurs, twisting the ring on his finger.

"You don’t love me anymore?" Elias asks, almost teasing.

"No."

"Then why do you keep coming back?"

"You know why."

A smirk tugs at Elias’s lips. "You really lost your purpose, didn't you? Now... you rely on me. To be the subtle reminder that you'll always be..." He pauses, letting the word settle before finishing, "alone."

He chuckles. "Poor, lonely Peter Lucas."

Peter exhales sharply "Elias... I want a divorce."

"You'll come back eventually."

Elias reaches out, tilting Peter’s chin up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Peter looks away, eyes almost teary. Without a word, he slides the ring off his finger and sets it on the nightstand.

"Fuck you," he mutters before getting dressed in silence, slamming the door behind him, and vanishing into the fog.

Elias stares at the abandoned ring, running a hand through his hair. Then, with a quiet chuckle, he murmurs, "I love you too."