SELENE POV
My hands tighten around the steering wheel, my knuckles white.
The pier.
The rain pummels the car as I drive, the windshield wipers moving in a frantic dance.
My mind is a storm of its own, the anticipation of what awaits me at the pier making my palms slick with sweat.
I try to focus on the road, but my thoughts keep drifting to Elijah.
What will I say? How can I possibly explain myself?
The pier comes into view, a ghostly structure jutting out into the inky sea.
I park my car and dash through the rain, the cold droplets stinging my face.
The sound of the waves crashing against the wooden planks is eerily soothing, yet it does nothing to ease the turmoil within me.
My breath comes in ragged gasps as I approach the spot.
And there he is, Elijah, standing tall and unyielding at the end of the pier, against the moonlit horizon.
I stop a few feet away, the rain soaking into my bones.
I open my mouth to speak, but the words catch in my throat.
Elijah turns to face me, his eyes reflecting the moon's glow, filled with a mix of pain and anger that I have never seen before.
"I can't believe you did this to me," Elijah's voice is a whisper carried by the wind. "To our friendship."
I take a step forward, my hand outstretched.
"I'm sorry, I never meant for it to happen. It just... it just did."
Elijah's expression remains unchanged.
"You're sorry," he repeats, his voice devoid of emotion.
"What good is sorry now?"
The wind howls around us, carrying our words out to sea.
I search for something more to say, some way to bridge the gap that has opened up between us.
But I'm at a loss.
"I didn't know how to tell you," I finally manage to say. "I didn't want to lose you either."
Elijah's eyes search mine, looking for a glimmer of truth in the storm of my apologies.
"And what about Megan?" he asks, his voice strained. "What about our friendship?"
I swallow hard.
"I never wanted to hurt her either. I just... I don't know."
The silence is a living thing, wrapping itself around us like a wet blanket.
I can feel the weight of my deceit pressing down on his chest, making it difficult to breathe.
Finally, Elijah speaks.
"You need to tell her, Selene. You need to tell her the truth."
I nod, my eyes brimming with tears.
"I will," I whisper. "I'll tell her everything."
The rain falls harder, turning the pier into a slick, treacherous dance floor.
Elijah takes a step back, the distance between us suddenly vast and unbridgeable.
"And then," Elijah says, his voice barely audible over the wind, "you need to decide who you really want to choose. Our friendship or your relationship?"
With that, Elijah's phone rings. At the same time, my phone rings.
Our eyes lock, and now I know what to do.
"Let's go," Elijah says, running towards the car,
the realization sinking in that I have lost something irreplaceable.
The pier creaks under our feet as we run towards the car, the waves crashing below like a mournful symphony.
The rain grows colder, and I know I have to leave.
I have a confession to make, a friendship to repair, and a heart to piece back together.
But first, I have to face the truth of what I have done.
Climbing back into the car with Elijah, I start the engine and drive away from the pier, the headlights cutting through the darkness.
The night is long, and the road ahead is fraught with uncertainty.
But I know I have to start somewhere, even if it means driving straight into the storm.
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