Colors of Paris ◇ Elijah Stevenson

Chapter Twenty.

Songs for this chapter: Portrait By James Horner and Hospital by The Modern Lovers

The dancing scene got me crying while I wrote this so be prepared y'all. Don't forget to comment, vote, and share as the story unravels

Chapter Twenty 

To think I am afraid of what could happen is an understatement. I am terrified out of my mind when I remember what happened to Elijah last time with Richie. Him being in those chains. Tied up to the ground. All the scars. His look like I have never seen him. 

That was only three days ago yet it felt like a life time. It felt like we did those twenty nine days and the next day is when we both have to face Richie. Not just him. 

I don't want him to go against Richie by himself. 

I want him with me. I want us to be together. 

I dream of the necklace falling out of the sky without no one catching it. The moon and the sun separate from each other on the necklace and when it splits apart it shatters like a piece of ice or glass on a concrete floor. 

The moon is shattered but the sun is semi still there. It's beauty is faded but without the moon it is useless. Just like in real life. 

Without the sun most of life on Earth will cease to exist.

My life and what is surrounded by it will cease to exist without him. 

His face appears in the dream but there is something different about it. It is full of terror. 

I scream in my dream but it's like he doesn't hear me. I look down and on his white T-shirt there is a huge dark spot that he covers. 

I look back to his face and his mouth spits open with blood. 

And just like that, I wake up. 

I find myself back in the real world. Not this other dimension of the necklace and of the blood. Lots of blood. 

We must have fallen asleep but when I check the clock on the night stand it was only nine o'clock. Still early for some people. The party was still going downstairs as I hear a song coming up. 

My clothes aren't wrinkly as I push myself up. I take hair out of my face and look around rubbing my eyes. I am really glad that was only a dream, because I'll admit it was the weirdest one I have ever had. 

His face as we look at each other. 

The terror. 

The blood. 

I couldn't imagine going on without Elijah, physically and mentally I don't know if I can handle this. 

Speaking of Elijah. I think to myself. I turn my head and glance down. He is snoring, grunting, mumbling, and cuddling up to the huge pillow like we were inseparable when we fell asleep for an hour or so. 

I smile as I look. Just seeing his beautiful and sleeping face is enough to calm me down from that nightmare. I love the way Eli looks when he is asleep; he looks peaceful and unbothered from the rest of the word.  

It makes me think that this could be the only time I see this. I slowly lay back down and turn onto my side so I face Elijah. 

I slowly put my face to the crook of his neck and I inhale for one second. 

His eyes shoot open and he smiles, "hi mads. I think we should go back downstairs before the ball is over. Maybe dance?"

His voice is rough and husky like as he pushes hair onto my ear. He must have realized something is wrong as I shake.