-Harper-
“Elijah…” He remained motionless, his two-colored eyes fixed on me, frozen in the doorway. He looked as though he was the one experiencing a mental breakdown, and I was at a loss for words.
“Elijah?” We both remained rooted in the same positions as when he discovered me. I was too frightened and weak to move, while he seemed torn between rage and uncertainty.
“Elijah…” I called again.
Finally, it seemed as though my cousin snapped out of his trance. He approached me, a strange coldness in his eyes, yet I couldn’t discern if it was directed at me or someone else. Retrieving a nearby towel, he handed it to me and helped me to my feet. Leading me to the sink, he silently observed as I rinsed my mouth, his expression inscrutable—perhaps intentionally so.
“I might be sick,” I whis
