Elijah looked at her quietly.
There was a strange warmth in his eyes.
"Cherry..."
His voice was gentle.
"We were meant to be together."
Cherry fell silent.
Something about his words made her uneasy.
Elijah's past was filled with pain.
His father was Chinese.
His mother was Filipina.
When he was twelve years old, his mother died of lung cancer.
Soon after, his father returned to China and married a wealthy woman.
She was cruel.
Every day, she insulted Elijah.
She beat him without mercy.
Once, she broke six of his ribs.
Still, he endured it.
In the end, she sent him away to the Philippines.
A place where no one knew him.
He survived alone on the streets.
Hungry.
Thirsty.
Ignored.
People walked past him as if he didn't exist.
Little by little, he lost hope.
He thought he was going to die.
Then...
A little girl found him.
She was younger than he was.
Yet she took him home.
She gave him food.
Water.
And a place to rest.
