Elias wiped his nose with the sleeve of his sweater, heat prickling behind his eyes again even though he'd spent the last hour shedding tears until his body felt drained and hollow. His face throbbed a raw, pulsing ache from how hard he'd scrubbed it earlier to erase the evidence. It didn't help. His eyes were still puffed, his lashes clumped together.
Elias pressed his back against the cold wall and let out a shaky breath. He shouldn't be crying. He hated crying. Especially over this. Over him.
It was stupid and irrational.
But every time he closed his eyes, he saw Cassian on top of Lisa.
It shouldn't matter.
Except it did.
Elias swallowed hard, fingers trembling where they twisted the hem of his sweater. He hated how the thought of Cassian touching someone else, breathing next to someone else, made something toxic coil inside him.
He had no right to want Cassian.
