Eli begin to dig more info on Alec and has found out many things, who's been sending him the weird messages, the gifts. He's getting there
Alec Roman
That’s good. Let him. The truth will only lead him closer. Closer to me.
He stands. Walks into a narrow hallway lined with pages, taped to the walls, ceiling to floor in his bedroom. Some are sketches of Eli, some are written thoughts. One page in bold marker reads
Two more days. Then I give you everything
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Eli’s room. Night. The original box still sits unopened. He finally walks over, sits, and lifts the lid slowly
Inside: a photograph of himself sitting in the school courtyard, unaware. A page torn from his own sketchbook. And something else...a small, carved wooden charm shaped like a heart. His name is etched into it
Eli Whitter
This isn’t a prank. This is someone who knows me. Who’s been here.
And I think I know exactly who it is.
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Eli stands across the street from Alec’s house the next morning before school. His fists are clenched, his breath visible in the cold.
Eli Whitter
You want me to see you, Alec? Fine.
I’m coming in.
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