It was 3:00 pm and Grace hasn't showed up for lunch. They would always lunch together in a small restaurant near the hospital and the flower shop. They would always exchange stories of their work, happy ones for Grace, not so happy ones for Elijah.
Hungry and tired of waiting, Elijah started to eat its meal. He was very upset, upset that he would be jilted by someone he thought, would never do such thing... But at the same time, a small voice flew around his head. A small, weak voice... a whisper.
"What if she found out?"
Immediately, his blood went cold and a chill ran through his spine... If she knew... If she knew what Elijah had done, she would never forgive him... Or alternatively, and for the worse, she would try to help him and expose herself to the danger. And he didn't want that to happen, even if that meant giving up to the cold... His lily couldn't bear the weight, she could break if she tried...
While he was thinking this, a familiar smell filled the air... His thoughts froze, so he could perceive the smell more clearly... It was incense. Elijah was confused... smoke was not permitted in the building. Looking for its source, he found a man looking through the window.
He looked terrible, wearing a burned hoodie and holed pants. He was very tall and muscular yet his face was very gaunt and emaciated. The smell that was pleasant instantly turned into tobacco as the man appeared inside the restaurant. People started growing anxious, tension filled the air... Elijah was overpowered by the burning tobacco smell and he started coughing... And the mysterious man smiled.
The man raised his hands, handcuffed by chains and a lock. The smell turned into gunpowder... And he screamed and broke the handcuffs. Elijah could swear he blacked out... but he could hear the threats, the screams, the violence... He could feel the punches, the kicks...
"You should break your chains... Let it all loose"
The echoing voice of the man resonated in Elijah's head. His cough worsened as he could feel burning gunpowder in his lungs... but not only in his lungs, in his chest too... He felt red irons wrapped in his chest, impeding his breathing. Soon, his pain turned into desperation. He felt prisoner in the most horrifying jail and he was screaming... he wished to be free.
As he suffered, Elijah could hear the man's coarse and booming laughter. And all of a sudden, all the punching, the kicking and screaming ceased... There was silence. And his vision cleared... He knew what to do.
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