As the days passed, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Elijah appeared removed, engrossed, and I seem sense a developing haziness inside him.
I attempted to go up against him, to inquire him what was off-base, but he fair brushed me off. "I'm fine, Aurora," he'd say, his voice cold and segregated. "Fair take off me alone."
But I couldn't take off him alone. I may feel the obscurity spreading, contaminating everything around us. And I knew that I had to do something to halt it.
One night, I chosen to sneak into Elijah's room, to attempt and reveal the source of the haziness. I crawled through the shadows, my heart beating in my chest, and pushed open the door.
Elijah was sitting on the bed, his eyes settled on a few point in front of him. He didn't appear to take note me at to begin with, and I took advantage of the fleeting distraction.
I slipped interior, my eyes checking the room for any sign of what was going on. And at that point, I saw it. A little, leather-bound book, lying open on the bedside table.
The words on the page appeared to jump out at me, filling me with a sense of frightfulness. "Elijah, what is this?" I requested, my voice shaking with fear.
Elijah's eyes snapped towards me, his look cold and difficult. "Get out, Aurora," he snarled, his voice moo and menacing.
But I denied to back down. I knew that I had to stand up to him, to make him see sense. "Elijah, if it's not too much trouble," I said, my voice softening. "Tell me what's going on. What's happening to you?"
Elijah's eyes appeared to streak with outrage, but at that point, something appeared to snap interior him. He drooped forward, his head in his hands, and started to sob.
I was taken aback, uncertain of what to do. But as I looked at Elijah, I saw something that gave me trust. A glint of the man I once knew, the man who had captured my heart.
And in that minute, I knew that I had to spare him. I had to spare him from the obscurity that was devouring him, from the shadows that were crushing him from the interior out.