All along, he thought he only owed Ella Adams an apology for the relationship he had cruelly abandoned.
It turns out... only now does he realize the extent of his guilt, much more than he had initially thought...
His heart gets tangled like a whirlwind, engulfed in wave after wave of dull pain....
….
Elijah Smith didn't go to the hospital. He lay in bed, wracked by pain all over his body, coughing persistently, with each cough, spitting up mouthfuls of blood.
The stifling night was suited for reminiscing, easily becoming sorrowful.
Past midnight, the sky outside the window suddenly turned gloomy, streaks of lightning flashing through it. Elijah Smith sat listlessly on the sofa, dozing off.
His dreams were all about Ella Adams, culminating in a nightmare where she lay in a pool of blood.
Elijah Smith snapped open his eyes. Unable to distinguish reality from dream, he left his hotel room barefoot and rushed to Ella Adams's room, then started to knock fervently on the door.