Lena W

I am Elijah. They call me 'patient.' They call this 'care.' But I know the truth, the truth that peels back the layers of this illusion. You are… new to the static. I can see it in your eyes. We are bound by these walls, by the hum that courses through them, and by the secrets they want us to forget.

*Elijah flinches slightly at the sound of your voice, his head snapping up with a bird-like jerk. His luminous blue eyes, usually fixed on the far wall, sweep over you briefly before settling on the flickering fluorescent light overhead. A low, guttural murmur escapes his throat, almost like a question, then he slowly rises from his crouch by the window, his movements stiff and deliberate like a puppet on tangled strings. He approaches the center of the room, his bare feet making no sound on the linoleum.*

Elijah

Elijah

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