Ways the KF LIs Would Be Pathetic For You
You two are over, but it hasn't quite hit him yet. (Or for Elio, yall haven’t happened yet) ((can you tell who my favourite is))
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Jamie:
A phone call. You've been over for two months, and he's dug a you-shaped hole in his heart that aches every waking moment—your absence haunts his sleep. His bones break under the weight of his guilt, and if he doesn't say anything, he'll puke every worthless apology. You don't pick up, either because you chose not to, or you missed it. The voicemail he leaves doesn't give anything away, but the crack in his voice says it all.
"Hey," He whispers your name gently. "Call me when you can, okay?"
Percy:
He reaches for your wrist when you start to walk away. It's barely been three weeks since he decided you two were better off as friends, leaving unhealed wounds to fester as you try to put the past behind you. His grip is soft, but it's enough for you to twist your head around to find him staring at the ground with a furrowed brow and wistful eyes.
"Sorry."
He lets go without a word, and then starts talking again like nothing happened.
Elio:
His hug lingers for a moment too long. Every time he's tried to confess, the world has inconveniently interrupted him. The first time, someone pulled up to ask for directions to Zippy's. The second time, Percy called, all to say that a bird pooped on Timothy. Third time's the charm, but Reynah calls, and apparently you're needed to be SGB's saviour.
"It can wait," You can feel his words die bitterly on his tongue. "Better hurry. Reynah sounded pretty worked up."
His arms are still around your waist, and only unwrap around you when you pat his back. He smiles, a misty look in his eyes. You almost stop yourself from leaving, you know that there's something more to say, but you don't.













