Day and night seemed to blur into haze. Had it been months or years?
Without any proper answer, Elijah found himself wandering in the apartment.
There were pictures of him and Alexei decorating the hallway walls. Many of those were from this 'new' world.
Like the one at the beach, where he was wearing blue shorts, and Alexei had his arms wrapped around him from behind.
Really a clingy octopus.
They both looked happy here. There was no need to fight with evil spirits. No one was clamoring inside his head, calling him useless.
Better yet, there was no black ink trying to drown him. Even the constant whispers of the evil spirit had subsided.
He no longer felt their weight on his soul, nor did he need to set shields around him to separate himself from the world.
This place... he silently mused... Seems pretty good to spend a few years.
Did it matter if he died here?
He never wanted to live a long life anyway.
"Elijah? What are you looking at?"
