ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 13: ᴛ ʜ ᴏ ᴜ ɢ ʜ ᴛ ꜱ-

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𝚕𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜
(𝚊.) 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

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Elijah's POV

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After my late-night talk with Diona, I went to my room and sat staring at the ceiling on my bed.

She really opened my eyes. 

She opened my eyes to me...

This family...

-and most importantly...

-her

She was like me.

She was trying to walk away and hold on at the same time. 

-that was the mind at war with the heart.

She's changed.

I could see it in her eyes...

Feel it in her touch...

Hear it in her tone...

She wasn't the same...and she was never coming back.

She hid her feelings well but...she forgot her eyes could speak.

The eyes were windows to our souls.

It's in the eyes...always the eyes.

I lost myself...that's what she saw in my eyes.

I don't know when; I don't know how. It just happened. I was there, then I wasn't, and I'm still not quite sure how I can get myself back.

She looked me in my eyes...like she was telling me she'd help me find myself.

Just like she saw me in my eyes, I did hers. She was at war with herself. She was in pain.

I admire her. 

She didn't let the pain destroy her.

She was fire and ice. 

You'll fear the cold but crave the burn.

She's got such a good heart. 

I could see it.

She really does.

It's just been broken...a lot.

She was like the moon-

Part of her has always been hidden away.

There's an African proverb that goes 'The child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth.'

ᴡᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ 𝓐𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷|ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ|Όπου ζουν οι ιστορίες. Ανακάλυψε τώρα