Elijah's pov ;
I drove around the block and parked a few streets down.
The pain of the loss of my parents still throbbed in my chest. They were killed 7 years ago, and it was the worst thing I'd ever experienced.
I was there.
I saw their car crash into that expensive car, their lifeless bodies mangled beyond recognition. It was the most horrific sight I'd ever seen.
Ever since that day, I've been living in a fog, a haze, a cloud. I feel like I'm constantly swimming underwater, the world around me muted and distorted. I can't seem to break the surface.
It's not a feeling I want to revisit.
So, I've done my best to move on, to put the past behind me, but the wound is still fresh, the pain still raw.
It was a terrible tragedy, one that's haunted me every day since. I've tried to make peace with it, to accept it, but the truth is, I couldn't.
