I rocked him as he cried his heart out, his mana dispelled sometimes releasing small thrums of energy but it wasn't harmful energy. More like soft yet vibrant energy.
"It's okay, I'm here" I assured him. He nodded, wiping his face and trying to get a hold of himself
"It...hic...it was him...my ex-lover"
"What?"
"I went out that day to get shimmer and discs for the jellyfish design... hic...and on my way back home, the path suddenly changed. Dark magic"
He held unto me, his eyes rimmed red as he forced words out of his mouth
"I couldn't tell what really happened next, my neck hurt and when I woke up..." He heaved and fell forward. His body shaking uncontrollably
"When I woke up...he was...he was...the bastard was taking advantage of me"
My heart sank at his words. How could one be do cruel?
"And then I found myself back on the street home...but I didn't feel quite right...so much pain...Elora, I was in so much pain"
"Who is the bastard?"
I wanted to kill him.
I wanted to tear his flesh from his bones and dance in the rain of his blood.
"N-no, I can't"
"What do you mean you can't?"
"Please" he knelt before me his hands clasped over his head
"You're just going to let that fucking asshole walk around scot-free after doing this to you?No, not happening, I'll ruin that mother fucker even if it's the last thing I do"
"No! You can't! H-his life, h-his career! It will all go to shit because of me! I don't want to prove him right! Please!"
His words sounded so familiar, why did my chest hurt?
"Please, Elora. He won't do it again! I promise"
"What?"
"..."
The room was filled with his sobbings
"What do you mean he won't do it again? No, tell me who he is Dream"
"No, please"
"Dream"
He shot up quickly and before I could register his movements, he summoned a large wood shaped like a splinter from the house's floorboard. The splinter pointed at his outstretched neck
"Leave the matter be, Elora, or I will impale myself"
Too shocked to move, I watched my elf friend with a death branch pointed to his neck. And why was he acting like this? Because keeping the identity of a bastard who raped him was more important than his life.
I'll kill that bastard regardless.