Colors of Paris ◇ Elijah Stevenson

Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Two

Four years Later...

My mind goes to many things as I think back to those weeks. I try to never think about it and I haven't for at least two years. Though somewhere in mind after hearing his voice and seeing him again I have to only being seeing things. 

I blink my eyes several times and then look at the head shot again, "you're serious right? This is Elijah Stevenson."

Greg nods and then slumps his shoulders in distress. I understand he has been going through this whole pile with me tonight, "yeah but he wants to be called Eli it says."

I look at the head shot again then shake my head, "you seriously believe this could be him? Aren't we suppose to see everyone audition face to face?" I ask him ass I almost choke on mid air. 

Greg shrugs his shoulders, "it depends on what Larkin wanted. You said you had to pick your top five and me pick mine then narrow down. If you think that's him...I am only guessing he has read the script with a girl that's auditioning as well."

It only made sense that this was the guy and this guy only had to be also the man i loved so long ago. 

I lick my bottom lip and bring it back with my top. When I let it go, I leave a heavy sigh in the room. I look at the head shot as if I have seen a dead person walking, "I'll contact him shortly to see when he is about to come into the office. I am sure he is the best fit."

Greg doesn't recognize Eli from the party four years ago. He doesn't notice me sweating underneath my armpits and every where else as well. 

That was a long time ago. A life time it feels like when I ran from what I assumed was Elijah's dead body to save my own. It felt like I was hidden from Richie until I got my own ticket back to New York. I never changed my name. 

I didn't do anything to deserve to be in that situation. 

The only thing I am wondering now that I have his head shot and I am writing an email to his agency is  why after all this time, he didn't change his name either. 

The events that happened replay in my mind until Greg has to catch my attention to go to sleep. Elijah's face back then. His smooth face that held small freckles and his eyes. 

Oh God. His eyes. 

I haven't thought of those eyes for  so long because I hadn't seen the eyes in so long. I was tired of not being able sleep because of it. All I saw for the longest time was that blood stained shirt. Him holding his stomach like he was done for good. 

"I remember everything," I murmur to myself and then get up from the couch. I make my way to the room that I have had for the last four years then make my way to the god forsaken closet that I haven't cleaned probably ever since I was able to fill it. 

My glance goes from the clothes that are neatly hanged. The boxes that hold my the last three year taxes. The award of employee of the month of my last job. Then the boxes that are on top that has a thin layer of dust. In one of the boxes I know holds a black container for jewelry. 

In that box..at the bottom layer where I know no one can sense something is there, holds a small chain that has a moon and sun charm. 

I take the box out and with steady hands I take the necklace in my hands. I play with the charm like it is the finest thing I have seen. For a long time it was. I held onto that necklace for long. I had worn it every day until I knew it was time to move on. 

That's the thing though. I did move on. I found Greg again. I said goodbye to LeAnn fully and never went to the somewhere that held any memory of Elijah Stevenson. I made sure it seemed like I vanished in thin air. I was on the side of town that most improved of. Greg helped me out so much and I found it a convenience that he was from New York too.