The cafeteria is alive with the vibrant hues of the morning, beams of sunlight creating a shimmering effect over specs of dust floating in the air. The chatter of students fills the space, making it feel like I’ve stepped into a whole other universe. Despite this lively atmosphere, I can’t shake a certain sense of sadness.
For the most part, I’m frustrated knowing Elijah is being treated like some kind of criminal.
It’s been two days since we were alone, and at the rate things are going, I won’t get to spend time with him anytime soon. There’s always a guard trailing him, scrutinizing his every movement and intervening whenever he tries to communicate with anyone. Though they allow me to talk to him in passing, exchanging a few words here and there, everything we say is observed by a gua
