For eight years, Eli Harper has been in love with his best friend, Lena Vale.Not the dramatic, movie-kind of love.The quieter, more lethal kind: the kind that lives in borrowed hoodies, in 2:14 a.m. voice notes that are just breathing, in the way he knows exactly how she takes her coffee when she’s hungover and exactly how she cries when she thinks no one’s watching.Everyone who knows them is waiting for the inevitable kiss.Everyone except Lena.She calls him her safest place, her favorite person, the one she texts when the world gets too sharp.She just never calls him hers.And Eli keeps showing up anyway.He keeps catching her when she falls, keeps swallowing the words that would ruin everything, keeps pretending that almost is enough.Until the night on her rooftop when he finally says it out loud.“I’m in love with you.”The silence that follows is the loudest thing he’s ever heard.What comes next isn’t a love story with a happy ending.It’s the story of what happens when the person you need most is the one who refuses to need you back the same way.Of friendships that feel like home and still leave you out in the cold.Of learning that sometimes the purest love in the world isn’t enough to save either of you.Raw, unflinching, and achingly tender, Still Here at 2:14 A.M. is a book about the moments we never recover from,the ones that happen in the dark,when the phone lights up and someone on the other end is still, against all odds,breathing with you.(And sometimes that has to be enough.Until it isn’t.)