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,
The headmaster called out for the missing one, Elijah. He stepped forward to the stage amidst applause, and the headmaster handed him his diploma, saying,"The woman who is destined to change the lives of many, to dispel the lies of all, and to prove that the impossible is possible, left behind an essay - one that Elijah, of course, did not write." There was a brief chuckle from the audience. "But it was she, Melia, who gave it to me and told me something I only understood recently... I was moved by what I read in that essay. It touched my heart and made me understand many things, including the importance of devotion to the same love of God..." He sighed. "Orleans." He glanced at someone in the audience briefly, then continued. "he will read what she wrote, and thus, my dear students, everything that has been for you will conclude, marking the beginning of your own journeys. I can only say this in closing, never give up on your goals, your dreams... Believe in yourselves, in each of y
The dim sunlight peeked through her window, announcing its presence. The cool breeze entered as well, rustling the vibrant green leaves that had regained their color after the winter. The lush trees were covered in leaves, with the few yellow ones scattered at their feet. Summer had made its presence known.She stood in her room, gazing out the window in a particular direction, toward that place that brought back memories. To that direction where, when she fixed her gaze, her mind played tricks on her, vividly reconstructing something that wasn't quite as it seemed.A pang in her heart, truly, a pang that felt like a bullet piercing it, stealing several heartbeats and the air from her lungs. The trick her mind played caused such a feeling, that memory that appeared so clear of her, standing there, looking at him, just like that time when she thought someone would discover her true self, setting in motion the change in her life.And she had let her go.It hurt to remember that day, let
He turned on his heels, looking back. His heart pounded as fiercely as the tears welling up on his face, a smile forming there.Her voice, that voice he could recognize... There, before him, bathed in a beautiful, radiant white light, was his mother. His father, his siblings... They all gazed at him with smiles reflected on their lips, in their eyes, proof that what he believed to be dead still lived in his heart.The return from death by the act of another being's soul, one who loved him, who loved Elijah.Elijah was about to embrace his mother, siblings, and father, but Melia's voice stopped him. He turned to her, looking into her eyes."You must embrace them, you must feel them when you finish the prayer," she said, trying to keep her words, so different from Skalliet's, from confusing his mind. "Jahjah, look at me," she asked when she noticed he was looking at Skalliet because of what he was saying. She couldn't let him be convinced. "You are the perfect carnation that, despite ev
Skalliet was on the verge of attacking his brother, but Fox wouldn't allow it. A struggle ensued between them.The screams of others could be heard everywhere. Rebekah was locked in battle with the creatures chasing Skalliet, while Melia still held the frostnive by the wrist, dragging him to the center of the arena before releasing him."Don't do it," her mother's voice cut through the chaos. She stood beside Za, just a few steps away from Melia. "Please.""The decision has already been made," Melia replied without emotion. "Your punishment will be this, Jahjah." The frostnive looked at her in confusion, while despair surrounded them, and the sounds of the ongoing fights echoed in the background. "My lies, in exchange for your difference, are worth much more," she continued. "And soon, you will know."The clear image of Skalliet approaching became visible to everyone. He was after Olliet, intent on taking him, on killing him. He had nothing left to give except what he held for Elijah.
I see your soul, I want to paint it black. No more pure colors, if you choose to take my hand. I can see the beauty in your being, the benevolence in your heart. I can see how little I care about that. The cause and effect of all this is that I want to paint you black. People don't understand, they don't understand you. The world around you is too little for what you truly deserve. Love is scarce, mine is abundant. Life is short, eternity is not. Take my hand, let our eternities merge. I look within me, and my heart is black. I see through you, yours is not. I want to paint it black. I want to paint it black. Join your hand with mine in this dance. Our eternity will unite. The sway of our bodies, our locked gazes, is the little understanding for those around us. I don't care about the fall; I want you with me. Do you want me with you? If so, take my hand. I can't stare at the setting moon. If you join your hand with mine, our love will laugh at us before dawn. I'll
"They love each other so much," Elijah said. "It's visible wherever you look.""With all their hearts," Karina added. "They are meant for each other, they are...""The same soul," Za concluded. "Their love... it's as vast as the thread that allowed them to find each other.""The thread of life given to them by Melia," Elijah said. "The thread given to them by the woman who now hates me." He laughed bitterly. "The woman I love with all my soul." His feline eyes closed as he spoke those words with depth.Za and Karina looked at him without saying anything. What was the need to say anything? Both of them saw the pelinieve as a son, as the boy who, despite everything that happened, remained there, following Melia. Oh, after a being considered impossible...Elijah opened his eyes and released a sigh. Karina's hand covered his over the table."Despite everything, dear, things will be okay, right?" She said, trying to keep her eyes from tearing up. "There's no need to cry; it doesn't fix thi
The faint glow of the lampposts was just on the edge of the darkened sky. The breeze was cold yet strangely warm. The music was in tune with the celebration, and everywhere you looked, it was elegant, more so than anyone had ever imagined. The vast majority of those who usually settled for the first thing they found in their closets were now more than perfect; they caught everyone's attention, the epitome of beauty in their tailor-made dresses, illuminating the campus even more, which served as the backdrop for the dance.The tuxedos fit each of the guys more than perfectly. Their stances and the way they held their partners were in perfect harmony. Tonight was the dawn of a new day when, for once, the majority behaved themselves.In the hallway, Pelinieve struggled with his tie. His white hair was perfectly combed back, his tuxedo fitting him impeccably, but his expression... it was one of displeasure. He didn't want to be here, didn't want to come to this dance. He had no desire to
" Certain things happened around the vicinity of Rome centuries ago," Rebekah replied. "In that place, she stayed with Skalliet for many years... Consequently, when writers heard stories from there, and the name of a certain Melia Conkinova echoed even more... They decided to base everything that happened in her life, with her family, in that city. " And her father? They say he was the owner and practically the king of that place. " Rome, so to speak, would be the creator's domain," Fox spoke. "Elijah, everything you've read, every distorted aspect of places, names... it all happened in the realm above. Never on Earth. " It can't be..." Elijah murmured almost inaudibly. "Are you telling me that Melia was never a terrestrial being? " That's right." In response to the answer, his mouth hung open in shock. Such a thought had never crossed his mind. He found it more credible that, being a terrestrial being, she simply did something very different to survive for so many years. But never
There was no explanation; no one could provide one, and they all swore by everything. Who could have organized the ancient party in such a short time? Most people wondered, including the entire leadership group. Several days had passed, and they thought that there wasn't enough time to organize the party so quickly. Helena had been tasked with distributing the flyers at the director's request. Unlike the others, she had an approximate idea of who could have organized the party, her own party. The classrooms were filled with students in a brief commotion; there would be no classes today as everyone was at the school to help with various tasks. The purpose of the ancient party, celebrating a fictional character, would come sooner than expected.Tonight, it would begin in the early hours.The director entered the classroom where student Chantai was. He greeted the language teacher and stood before the students."I don't know who to thank for organizing such a perfect party that will take