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There was a fire that quickly ignited in Elliot's veins when he stood back up, and with the tear tracks still running down his face he threw off the gloves and stormed out of the training area. It was only the adrenaline of the boxing that had him moving towards his destination, ignoring the looks he received (both concerned and annoyed at the fact that he just ripped through the busy halls) and following the path that was drawn in his head; the Anderson wished he could forget it, wanted to have it vanish from his mind but he couldn't and he hated it.

Luckily, the door was unlocked, and Elliot did all but throw it open and step in, hazel orbs burning as he came face to face with the curious male who watched him, and he shut the door. Nothing was said, what could he say? And the silence in the room was screaming at him, begging for him to rip the tense air with something but all thoughts flew from his head and all the Anderson could do was stare, take in Derek's face, his torso, and he had to look away.

"Fine," he muttered quietly, fingers gripping the edge of the zip-up hoodie he threw on before escaping to the gym, "you want to talk, then let's talk." Lifting his head up, Elliot stepped deeper into the room, lifting his arms and letting them drop, shaking his head. "You said you loved me, I said I loved you, and it was fun for a few days; the cuddling was good, kissing was great, and the sex was too, but you kissed Kurt and then that's it.

"It hurt, it did, and it still fucking hurts but there's nothing that'll change it, and I'm not going to stop you from being happy which Kurt clearly makes you, so do whatever from now on because I'm not going to be the one that's going to mope and try to get you back. I want what's best for you, and I'll give it to you, I always will despite how much I want to hate you for making me believe that I could've been something good for someone.