Who Is Elijah. Still on your skin. Still in their head. One night. Endless replay.

They stay just long enough to haunt you. MORNING AFTER is that untouchable energy. Bare skin, low light, the taste of secrets still on your tongue.

They slip out before the lights come on, but the scent stays. On your sheets. On your mind. It's not about forever. It's about that one night you keep replaying again and again and again.