“She wants it to stop, but I can’t.”
Dread slides down my spine, cold and inevitable.
“Stop what?”
“There’s blood on my hands.”
“Left. Right.Focus, Eli. What did she tell you to stop?”
Tears spill down his cheeks.
My heart breaks.
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Why Did You Do This?
12 Years ago
Eli's Search History: can you die from a broken heart?
Eli
Jennylookssoprettytoday. I love when she wears her hair down. It floats around her face, framing her heart-shaped features and freckles.
She’s walking faster than usual, her hair flapping in the wind behind her. I have to speed up to keep pace.
Why is she turning down this street? This isn’t the way to her home.
She glances back over her shoulder, and I swear her eyes meet mine as a flash of fear crosses her face. Her feet move quicker.
I freeze as she reaches the house. My house. My father’s.
What is she doing?
My feet refuse to move as she knocks furiously on the door. It swings open, revealing him.
He looks just as I remember. Suit on. Careful mask of indifference over his face, covering the depravity that lurks beneath the surface. His hair, dark like mine, is neatly styled as usual.
I haven't seen him in months, yet it's like no time has passed at all.
“What?” he barks, his tone harsh and cold. How dare he speak to her like that?
I’m too far away to hear what she says, but something sinister flickers across his features before he opens the door wider, inviting her inside. I swear, his pale eyes glint with contempt.
The door closes behind them with a heavy thud.
No.
She shouldn’t be here.
He’s dangerous.
Evil.
She’s too pure to be around him. He’ll taint her.
Move. Fucking move, Eli!