ELIJAH
BLOOD. THERE'S BLOOD EVERYWHERE.
So much of it that I can't tell where theirs end, and my own begins.
The colour red, is all I see. The walls are splattered red.
I drop the machete in my hand, and exhale a breath.
I stalk toward the exit of the race-ring, and glance up at the starry night.
The stars are barely visible here, in New York.
I'll show you the stars one day, darling.
A lonesome tear strides down my cheek, as a humourless laugh escapes my lips.
"Damn you for making me fall in love. Damn you for making me trust you."
With an empty mind, and a heavy heart I walk toward my car, and drive away.
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