She wasn't sure how long it was since the woman came in to taunt her; robbing her of the knowledge of their location. Her lips were chapped, the slight blood running down her temple all dried up and her throat dry. Hey eyes slowly tried to adjust to the little light squeezing into the dark room from beneath the door. She saw nothing. Her breath started to shorten, her breathing rapid. She didn't remember the last time she had a panic attack but that felt like it was coming up and she had to calm herself down because there was nothing she could do. Nothing at all. So, slowly, she curled into a ball, hugging her knees to her chest as the tears flowed down her cheeks, wishing for salvation.
Elijah had vowed to never come back. Though one should never be so arrogant as to forget his past, all he ever did want was to put it behind him and move on. Though they call themselves family, Elijah never felt like he belonged. He did what they did, exceptionally good even, but never in his heart had he felt that it was the right thing to do. He did what he did all these while because it was in his blood, running in his veins and it was expected of him. Until he had lost it and left without a second glance back.
Losing Elijah is like losing a precious asset, of that they're sure and Elijah too knew that full well. Elijah wanted to run as far as possible despite being taught to never run. He wanted to start a new life; one without his horrid past. He also wanted no ties whatsoever with anyone. It would only serve as a baggage eventually. But those thoughts disappeared when he first saw Arya in the cafe. Her dark wavy hair was free of the hold of a hair tie, her eyes glued on her computer screen. There was a slight crease on her forehead as her fingers hung in the air just slightly above her keyboard. There was a soft glow from her laptop, illuminating her brown skin. He was stunned. He felt as if she had somehow been in his dreams, that that feeling of realization suddenly hit him like a truck and for a moment he couldn't breathe, much more move. Somehow, he felt as if he knew her; perhaps from another lifetime, if he believed in such things. And with that, all his plans were gone, vanished into thin air as he walked to her table and sat before her.
He never thought that it would end up this way. That she would be used as leverage to get him back. With a deep breath, he pushed open the heavy metal doors and the bright lights welcomed him.
