It had, at most, only been ten days eversince Alora Hemming had came back and somehow she stood grounded to her chaotic, throublemaking, reputation.
Elio had yet to have a peaceful day when he could lounge all over his home with his eyes glued to his PS5.
What was once always within grasp— seemed like a faraway dream now, as his Jordans clad feet slapped the ground he ran on.
Ran.
The worst had indeed came to the worst and he was reduced to indulging in physical labour at the expense of having made poor friendship choices as a child. There was nothing better than sweat to make Elio regret everything.
He did not exactly know why he decided to run and ditch his car. Maybe it was the haste of the moment. Maybe it was disorientation of his mind. Maybe it was the panic in Court's voice. Maybe it was his feelings.
