ELIJAH’S POV:
I sat there in my car as I saw her vanish into the old rotten building of desperation, I remembered the night when this very place destroyed the little grin that always sparkled on my lips. The night when I realized nothing is going to last as much as my love for her and her hunger for power. That very night the name Elij got lost in this street of desolation and despair, right under this lamp post where I witnessed the real cruelty of life for the very first time in my life. This very place where the prostitutes laid themselves against the wall to lure down the walking pedestrians. I remember the night it poured hard.
FLASHBACK
Little drops of millions of translucent water came cascading down reverently from the black clouds as I drive my way through them to the pharmacy.
