Chapter 22: Busy Streets
Night came, around seven in the evening. Elliot was waiting outside the building for a cab. He was patiently waiting beside the street. The stars were illuminating the pitch-black sky. He wiped the sweat on his forehead.
“Are you going home?” someone asked from behind him. Elliot pursed his lips and moved ten steps away from the man behind him. “Hey!” he called.
Elliot could feel his blood starting to boil in anger. He heard footsteps walked fast and stopped beside him. On his peripheral vision, he saw the man who confessed his love to him. Who he said, I love you, but later turned out just the same as he was—an asshole.
“Elliot—”
“Don’t you dare move anymore closer to me, Peter,” his voice was as cold as frost in the snow. Peter bit his lower lip and le
