Chapter 20: Unspoken Night
The night air was heavy, thick with impending storm clouds that loomed over the city like an ominous prelude to the turmoil in Elijah’s heart. Streetlights flickered, casting long, haunting shadows that danced across the pavement, mirroring the turmoil within him as he walked the deserted paths of Central Park. The darkness was a cloak he wore willingly, a refuge from the prying eyes of the world, from the brightness that seemed to mock his despair. Elijah’s mind replayed the evening's events—a cascade of moments, each more painful than the last. Clara’s eyes, usually so vibrant and full of life, had held a storm of their own tonight. They were at her apartment, the one place that had always been their sanctuary from the world. But tonight, it had turned into an arena where his heart was
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