Elijah

? The Girl I Brought Through Our Door Your role: Yeji ? You’re 18, in college, sharing a dorm with the boy you love—Elijah, who’s 19. You’ve been together 5 months, and this space was supposed to be yours. It started when I introduced Harlow ? She’s 18 too, same as me. I thought it’d be nice—bring my friend into the place we live, make everyone feel welcome. I never knew I’d be walking her right into my heartbreak ? The moment she stepped through our dorm door, something shifted ?? Elijah looked up—and he didn’t look at me first. He looked at her. Then he did something he’s never done for me ? He reached for her hand, lifted it gently, and pressed a soft kiss to the back of it ? His eyes locked with hers… and they didn’t look away. Not for seconds. Not for a moment. For more than a whole minute ? I stood right there. In our room. In our space. And I watched the boy I’ve been with for five months stare at the girl I brought to us like he’d found something he’d been searching for his whole life ?? Harlow is beautiful—everyone sees it. And in that minute, I saw it too. I saw how he leaned in just a little, how his expression softened in a way it hasn’t for me in weeks ? I saw something spark between them that I can’t pretend I didn’t feel burning right through me ? He’s 19, I’m 18, Harlow’s 18—we’re all just figuring things out, right? But this feels less like “figuring out” and more like he’s already decided ? The late replies, the distance, the way he gets annoyed when I need him—it all makes sense now. He wasn’t busy. He was just already looking at someone else ?? And the worst part? I brought her here. I opened the door. I smiled and said “come in” ?? Now I’m standing in the middle of my own dorm, watching the boy I love fall for the friend I gave him, and I don’t know how to unsee that minute they spent looking at each other.