He was consumed by a flood of emotions - sadness, hatred, anger, and disappointment - followed by a sense of relief and peace since he hadn't heard from Melia since that day. Days passed and he felt worse than ever. Jackson Park continued to torment him, and he couldn't take his frustrations out on Melia like he wanted to. So he looked for a shortcut - he turned to watching snow movies. Rebekah and Fox ignored him more than he had expected. It hurt him deeply. He understood Rebekah's neutral tone when she told him to stay away, and he stopped trying to seek further explanation. But when he realized that Fox was also ignoring him, it made him feel even worse. He had thought that, as Fox had said, he wouldn't stop being with him, but that was not the case. On top of everything, he had to endure incessant questioning from his parents and siblings about the mark on his neck, which he couldn't cover no matter how hard he tried. It was indeed the mark of anger - a reminder of his rage an
My level of anger overpowered any pure feeling I've ever felt. Every fiber of my being screamed for revenge, to make him feel what he made me feel. To hurt him worse than he's ever been hurt. To feel what I felt at his words, at how cold and little he cared about making me feel what I perfectly know I am.My body was filled with such impure, evil adrenaline that all the thousands of demons surrounding me were afraid of me. I was afraid of myself.A fear that turned into complete satisfaction when I finished what I said I would do to him if I didn't do it to him, I would do it to someone else. And that someone else would be the one he cared about the most. That he would now feel what I feel every day of my existence.That he would encompass the pain, guilt, and all negative feelings for not living before judging. - Another day where every moment, I continue to be who I am. The hours passed slowly. Elijah was in the school infirmary with his brothers who, upon seeing him faint, called o
The investigation into what had happened to student Helena Chantai at London's main institute remained unresolved, despite weeks of arduous efforts. During this time, the entire institute was in mourning, and Elijah did not attend classes. Everyone was still reeling from the shock of what had transpired. Helena's parents were inconsolable, consumed by both grief and anger towards the unknown assailant who had taken their only daughter from them. Despite the passage of time, no fixed date had been set for the resumption of classes. The teachers were still affected by what had happened to Helena, and their minds were not focused on teaching. The only thing the students knew was that Helena's body still remained in the morgue. Her parents refused to lay her to rest until they could find some indication of who was responsible for her death. The morgue staff had conducted numerous studies, but so far there was no trace of who had committed the heinous act. This only added to their despe
A few meters from the intertwined trees signaling their approach to the grand mansion, a female voice interrupted Za and Elijah's conversation. They turned around to see Melia, holding a packet of fried foods in her right hand, which she proceeded to consume. She was wearing a dark blue long-necked blouse under her coat, with her hair styled perfectly, suggesting she had just come from a beauty salon. Za smiled and ran towards her, hugging her tightly. "Where have you been?" She asked with a hint of concern. "I was really scared. I thought you had gone away never to come back, or that you..." "You know perfectly well that even if I wanted to do it, someone wouldn't let me," Melia interrupted her. "And I'm fine." Za hugged her tighter, causing her to lose her breath a little. "Za, you're squeezing me." Za laughed and let go of her, kissing her cheek and forehead. Melia was unsure how to respond to his affection, but deep down, she appreciated that Za was looking out for her. As they
More than just a perfect melody from the piano, it reached his ears. He slowly opened his eyes and rubbed them, his sleepy gaze wandering aimlessly around the ceiling. He stretched out a bit and ran his hands over his face, trying to shake off the drowsiness. But like the first time, he didn't want to leave those soft sheets that made him feel even sleepier. He let out a sigh and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning his elbows on his thighs and holding his face with his hands.Yesterday was a day of so much truth that he couldn't believe he was still there - in that mansion surrounded by beings who were anything but normal. People he thought he knew turned out to be completely different, like Fox, who was following Rebekah.He knew he had to talk to them, but it was the last thing he wanted. And he definitely didn't want to see the smug look on her face when he apologized for everything he said to her weeks ago. He didn't want to give Melia that satisfaction."She didn't merit his apol
Here it is: Is the opportunity to live again possible? Is the possibility of another chance also possible? If so, one could understand the depth of Elijah's astonishment and shock at what his eyes saw.He stood up suddenly, surprising everyone - except the snowflakes - and took a deep breath as if air was what he needed most at that moment.He opened his eyes as his chest rose and fell rapidly. He looked around, taking in the neutral colors and the cold. Where the hell was he? he wondered. He scanned the entire place until he stopped at her.He felt a fear he could not control. There she was, he could remember. He could remember every detail, everything that happened and how it happened. How she made him feel calm until it turned the other way around.Pain, disturbance, terror. Just seeing her made him feel all that. He looked to his right and saw the boys he recognized."Elijah," she said his name. She decided on him, decided to use his name upon seeing him. "Elijah...what...? She...
"Melia," he murmured, and she looked up from her journal, closing it at the same time. Her brown eyes met his with apparent attention as Melia rested her forearms on the wooden table, interlocking her hands. "I wanted... to tell you..." he hesitated. The cause of his hesitation seemed to be the way Melia was looking at him. To be honest, it was just a normal look, but it made him nervous."And I'm just looking at you," she raised her left eyebrow and formed a smirk on the side of her lips.What did she mean by that? Elijah shifted uncomfortably. He just wanted to know what would happen to Helena from now on. She was currently in the great mansion of the woman who had taken her life and given it back.The process of getting her out of the morgue wasn't as difficult as they thought it would be. Melia kept Mr. Stuart more than entertained, and for some reason, every time she looked him in the eyes, he did what she asked or said."She manipulates through you," Rebekah explained to him, re
"Is something the matter, Elaya? You seem flustered," Fox asked as he arrived and sat down beside him on the wooden bench tied to a sturdy tree beside the mansion, using the nickname he had given him."She's going to drive me crazy," Elijah replied, and Fox looked at him, not understanding."Are you talking about Helena? She's pleasant.""It's not her.""Then... oh," Fox laughed briefly as he realized who Elijah was referring to. "Melia."Elijah nodded. "That woman sets me on fire," he replied, surprising Fox, who had never heard such words from Elijah, who was always bitter and reserved in their conversations. "Don't look at me like that.""How else am I supposed to look at you? You just said she sets you on fire, and the way I understand it...""I desire her," he interrupted, and Fox practically choked on the snacks he was eating.Fox stood up and began to pound his chest to stop coughing. Is this the same bitter, reserved Elijah he has known for all these years? Because, honestly,