He slammed the door behind him. He was shaking, but not from anger anymore. There was something else that Elias couldn't pin on yet.
The look in his eyes. Elias went back to where he picked him up by the collar and pushed him against the wall. His eyes… He saw them once. He saw those terrified eyes once. Elias remembered promising himself he would never allow for that person to be that frightened again.
But who could've it possibly been?
He tried to remember everyone he ever crossed path with. His head ached when he tried to think back on it. The slamming against the temples increasing.
He had promised. Elias never lied on a promise.
He pressed his palms to his temples. Who was it? The throbbing became unbearable. Elias grabbed the nearest thing to him and threw it into the wall, shattering it. He screamed, pushing, punching, and breaking things around him.
Why are his eyes so familiar?
Elias punched the wooden wall. Why did I hesitate? Why haven't I killed him yet? He had so many options, he could've done it so many times. So why didn't he? Why did he stop just now?
He picked up the chair with his coat on it and threw it on the ground, screaming. He heard something fall out the coat rolling down to his feet. He looked down at the black ring by his foot. Elias picked it up and raised it up to his eyes. Violet made this. He remembered asking Violet for it. He was nerves. Why was he nerves? Elias had seen the same ring on that boy. The boy often took it in his hands and fidget it.
Elias was curtain, as he examined it, that they were identical. Why did he have the same ring? Why had Violet made two identical rings, and why did Elias ask her for them?
The throbbing in his head was getting unbearable. The more he wanted to remember, to even think, the more it hurt.
Elias dropped to his knees, holding the ring firmly in his palm.
He knew him.
He must've. He didn't know from where and when, but Elias knew and he would remember him, even if it hurt him.
Elias would remember him.