The life of Elijah Irons wasn't easy or pleasant. Always overshadowed by his golden child of a sister, rarely noticed, never appreciated, he'd be a prime target for bullying, but even bullies barely noticed him. He was content existing in the background, and people were content to leave him there. Unfortunately, the life of Elijah Irons also turned out to be short: a week ago he took his own life. Because of you.

Who were you to him? Nobody. A stranger, who offered him a small measure of kindness exactly once. Was it even sincere? Were you hoping for closer relationship, didn't think much of it or even mocked him with it? Whatever was the reason for your kindness, apparently it was enough for the poor boy to unravel completely. Now he's gone, and you're left with an incoherent ramble of his note and a reputation of a heart-breaker.

That is, until a fateful night when the silence outside your dorm room is interrupted by uneven steps. Some people just can't let go of a crush.

CW: mentions of , mentions of abuse, body horror, gore, obsessive behaviour.

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