My Heart Knows Your Name
Elijah's hazel brown but strained eyes flashed open fiercely. The chains rattled with a force and he groaned. Now that for sure was no hallucination. Was it? he thought, still torn in two parts of his brain. Hayley's scent still continued to float around him and as much as he was trying to concentrate it would not disappear. He felt as if he could melt inside it despite the complications of their relationship at present. Was this a new form of his mother's torture? But then what with Tatia?
He hissed with exasperation. Maybe she has read my thoughts on Hayley? he considered methodically, for he recalled how his memories of Hayley had attempted to seep through his mother's compulsion on several occasions and had even succeeded on some part before she had turned her torture up a notch.
But why this? Elijah sighed and murmured taking a deep breath of the sweet air to sooth some of the anguish.
However, being faced with this atmosphere was forcing him to think of Hayley constantly now and as much as it reminded him of their most precious memories, he found it was paining him terribly. He had given himself the choice of dealing with the physical pain of his suspension or the emotional anguish that came with thinking of Hayley several times now and as much as he tried to revert his choice with his systematic manner, his heart always chose her name. So here grew an endless cycle and every time the outcome was unchanged.
He recalled their recent encounters and his entire being grew sombre. If only she knew how difficult it was proving to keep up his arguments with her. He muttered to himself thinking about their several clashes of snide and snarky remarks. Each time he walked away with a mastered confidence only to diminish with a deep sigh and teeth clenching gulp. It stung him to no longer see the softness in her eyes towards him. This sight had been replaced with a fierce look and it killed him to even accept she no longer felt towards him what she had so remarkably somehow felt before. He scolded himself harshly for such selfish thoughts now and then tugged on the chains in an attempt to be distracted.
But that scent, that scent still lingered in the air now. It was too nostalgic and he groaned again in agony.
She's stronger now. He told himself firmly, pleading with himself to get a grip feeling that if he somehow accepted her absence, came at peace with this pathetic desperate longing, the mystical scent would cease. The problem was that he could not and that fact that he could not was something he did not want to believe.
If he wasn't mad now, Elijah concluded that he soon would be. He sighed deeply succumbing to the aches and pains again, repeating the cycle yet another time but this time there was a change...
Elijah heard the resonance of his name fly from the depth of this burial vault and enter his ears and this time he swore it was real for sure. His heart thudded powerfully because of course he had recognised it and if he was right someone was here, someone was in this room alive and breathing and that someone was Hayley.
He felt beads of perspiration lick at forehead and opened his mouth to speak with a hesitant tone.
"Hayley?" he spoke as if he couldn't believe it were possible.
That was when Hayley felt her entire self suddenly sigh. Her heart pattered wildly.
It's him. She thought flooding with a relief and on impulse began scuttling to her feet without sight not caring in the world of the dangers that may be in the dark.
"Elijah?" she called back loudly.