Pursuing the Love of a Racer: 4G GUYS

Verse-67

"Wat is er aan de hand-What exactly is it?"

Silent.

Then there was a crunching sound from the fireplace. The fire was whistling and wobbling, reflecting a dim yellow glow throughout the room.

"Lea, wil je niet praten—Lea, don't you want a story?" aunt Aria's.

Elijah remained unmoved. The girl now sat curled up on the living room sofa, looking at the fireplace with a grim look. His ankle swelled up and he started to have a fever.

Aunty Aria sat hunched over at Elijah's side, trying hard to persuade the girl to open up and let them take care of her legs.

But the girl won't even talk. It had been more than two hours Elijah curled up like that and continued to be silent.

Delilah sat frozen across the room, looking at her cousin with her chin up on the dining table. Can't do much.

"Lea, je hebt koorts. Laat me voor and zorgen-Lea, you have a fever. Let me take care of you!"

"My heb net verstuikt-I just sprained," Elijah replied without interest.

"Eet tenminste-at least eat," urged Aunt Aria. "Je hebt niets meer gegeten sinds je aankomt-you haven't eaten anything since arriving."

Elijah was silent.

"Let op je maag, Lea—think your hull, Lea!" cecar Aunt Aria did not give up. "Pap willen made-want to make porridge?"

Elijah shook his head.

"Soep-soup?" Aunt Aria offers a choice.

Elijah nodded again. Eating soup and porridge would only remind him of Evan.

Suddenly he regretted choosing to come back here to calm down.

Everything in her aunt's house, just makes her miss Evan even more.

I can't escape sadness! he realized.

He dropped his head on his aunt's shoulder and buried his face deeply. Then cry as it happens.

Aunt Aria gently rubbed her head affectionately, but said nothing more. He began to understand Elijah's problem was not just a mild injury or fever. It's a matter of the heart, he concluded. But what made this Young Miss heartbroken?

He doesn't want to ask now!

Elijah needs time.

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Evan's head twitched restlessly on the pillow, his muscles tensed under the thin blanket. His breathing was wheezing, his chest was moving down and up irregularly.

The damn motorcycle Elijah was riding was constantly yawning and shaking in the middle of the rutted. Elijah had to step aside. But the Harley Curse was instead stuck in the mud before it reached the finish line.

Meanwhile, the sound of the engine from another motorcycle continues to roar until Evan can not even hear himself who is thinking, and Elijah could not hear his instructions so the girl did not understand what to do.

Hasn't he trained enough?

A sandstorm gushed into Elijah's face as a rider in front of him made a stoppie.

Evan looked around through the puff of smoke, looking around for Elijah's figure among the other racers. But he instead saw Innu scattering out of the circuit and thrusting towards the parking lot, braking his motorcycle violently and slamming it, then lunging towards Evan. "Fuck up!" hardiknya while snatching the collar of Evan's shirt. "Lu sangaja, make the brakes blong?" geram Innu while tightening his grip.

Shortly thereafter, Dede appeared with Maha— carrying Elijah's body in a row.

The girl's face looked pale and blue while her eyes were closed - unconscious.

Evan woke up full of fear and got up from his bed. His still blurred eyes gnashed open, his chest feeling heavy as his panicked gaze swept around.

It was only then that he realized that he was not in the middle of the circuit.

Evan closed his eyes, rubbed his face violently and exhaled a tired breath. Try as much as possible to dispel the confusion due to the dream earlier.

It was just a dream! he said to himself. Same fucking dream as two nights before. It had been three nights that he had dreamed the same thing in a row after Elijah's departure. Frustrated him.

He was trying to bring his consciousness back to reality. But after he really came to his senses, reality made him even more frustrated.

No rutted, no goon riding, no crappy motor, and no Elijah!

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"Shh.... Sjsshh..." Someone pulled Elijah to a seat and grabbed him while rubbing the girl's shoulder, trying to calm him down.

Elijah was stunned for a moment when he found a pinch of honey-brown hair whipping over his cheek.

Evans!

Elijah jerked his body away, pulled away from the embrace and scanned the face in front of him closely. "Auntie.." he stuttered between surprise, disappointment mixed with relief.

Apparently Elijah fell asleep on the couch in the living room. Waking up from an obscure nightmare as usual. For three nights Elijah never slept well and always woke up screaming or crying.

Aunt Aria looked at him with a worried wrinkled face.

Elijah returned his gaze for a moment before finally immersing his face in the woman's arms and starting to cry. Shedding all her grief from that dream. He did not remember the contents of his dream, but he could still feel the emotions of his dream that felt so painful. The more he spilled, the more it hurt to stab his heart center.

Elijah's really not ready to go on without Evan. No matter how hard he tried, the girl still could not escape from her sadness. And he had never cried so much before.

There was a huge void that was gaping like a dark hole in his heart, one that would never be filled by anything but Evan. That gaping dark hole used to be Evan's place. And as soon as he disappeared, most of Elijah disappeared with him.

Elijah may not know what it would be like if his internal organs were removed through surgery. But what he's going through at the moment is much worse than all that. The contents of his chest were like being stirred using a sharp object. Sometimes it feels like his heart is being carved. Then his entire chest seemed to be snatched away. And he felt his breathing grow more agonizing.

All of this can recur at any time. Sometimes in just a few minutes. If so, all he can do is scream stuck, when he tried to scream but his throat felt suffocated.

He pulled his face away from his aunt's chest, then rubbed both of his cheeks with his palms, sighing deeply, trying to calm down.

Her crying stopped but her breathing was still wheezing.

Aunt Aria gently rubbed the girl's head while smiling sadly. "Lea" he whispered. "De mensen van wie je houdt gaan nooit echt weg. Ze blijven hier—the people you love never really leave. They will stay here." the surrogate mother tapped her index finger on Elijah's chest. "In je hart—In your heart!" He adds. "Stop met je hart itu je lijf te trekken met je eigen handen. Hoe je hem ook uit elkaar scheurt, je krijgt hem er niet uit, want daar is hij. Dus geef het op! Time hem blijven—Stop tearing your heart with your own hands. No matter how you tear him, you can't get him out, 'cause that's where he belongs. So.. surrender! Let him stay."

Elijah gulped. Then stammered at his aunt. "Hoe wist Aunt Aria dat ik iemand probeer te vertgeten—Where does Aunt Aria know that I'm trying to forget someone?"

"De laatste keer dat je zo was, is je mother overleden-last time you were like this, your mother passed away," replied Aunt Aria.

Elijah went silent.

"Peace with your heart, Leah!" Aunt Aria added.