[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 was honestly chilling. The romantic—ha, he could kind of call them that now—hangouts with Ethan and Blaze had become the highlight of his days. They were always together, practically glued to each other, and he loved it. Ethan and Blaze had started kissing his face all over, except his lips, which honestly left him pouting. This reaction amused both Ethan and Blaze, who seemed to delight in his gestures of vulnerability. Crying, pouting, etc.
If he ignored that little bit of lingering confusion, life was perfect.
He knew he had to search for more clues about his past. He had read everything in the photobooks and diaries, and he only remembered fragments. He was convinced there had to be more pieces of the puzzle hidden somewhere.
As he walked to uni from his job—where he had just received a raise, thanks to his exceptional work—Elijah mulled over where else he could search for answers. His thoughts were interrupted when a bright poster on a bulletin board caught his attention. It sent a shiver down his spine. The poster announced "Parent Day"—an event where students were encouraged to bring their parents to campus.
A sense of unease settled over him, making his steps falter. For most students, this might have been a routine notice, but for Elijah, it was a stark reminder of a past he couldn't fully grasp. Memories he had tried to bury resurfaced, muddled and confusing.
Why did this bother him so much? He wasn't even really Elijah Smith, was he?
He tried to shake off the feeling, continuing his walk to campus. Yet the question gnawed at him. If he wasn't truly Elijah, why did the thought of Parent Day affect him so deeply? The image of parents, the idea of family—it all felt painfully significant in a way he couldn't understand.
He had never been lucky in the parent department. He remembered vague snippets of being in the foster care system, bouncing from home to home, each new place a temporary refuge that never felt like his own. He was 7 at the time.
Adopted a couple of times, returned a couple of times more.
Those years were a blur, his life seemingly on autopilot until he turned 18. When he finally did, it was like his mind awakened from a long, numbing sleep, and he started truly living. But now, in this world that was both familiar and alien, he faced the same ache of rejection.
There was something different here, though, something that made the hurt sharper, more acute. It was as if the memories of rejection were layered over something deeper, something he couldn't quite grasp. The faces of the people he was supposed to call family flickered in his mind, but they felt like strangers, as if he were watching someone else's life unfold.
And yet, there was an inexplicable sense of belonging that tugged at him, a feeling that he was supposed to be here, with Ethan and Blaze. This world, these connections—they felt too real, too significant to be a mere coincidence.
