Last Night.

One has witnessed things that seem as small as the human soul, but never before has one encountered something as grand as love with the intensity of hellfire.

-Do not seek me, for you shall find me," whispered My Soul.

"I need your help, please don't leave me alone in this," he prayed for the tenth time that day as he chased him through the corridors until he reached his office. "Listen, Mr. Collins, I implore you, please help me."

He gently placed his backpack atop his cedar desk and rested his hands on it.

"Listen, Elijah, I cannot do that, it's not acceptable," the dark-eyed man croaked. "What you're asking is unforgivable."

"No, it isn't," Elijah replied, holding his gaze. "If you yourself admitted that the tomb's existence was unlikely, what harm would there be in my confirming it? Please."

"Whether the grave is there or not, it is unforgivable to disturb the dead, Elijah. They must be left in peace."

Elijah remained silent, trying to think of what else to say. That black-eyed boy with a hint of brown, with a studious air about him, refused to give up, and Professor Jack Collins couldn't help but notice. After all, Elijah was one of his top students for a reason.

"What if she isn't dead?" Elijah asked in desperation, hoping for at least a hint of the cemetery's location.

Jack looked at him as though he had said something insane.

"Please, Elijah," he sighed softly. "We are talking about someone who has supposedly been alive for over two thousand years, based solely on myths and legends. How could she possibly still be alive?"

Elijah let out a heavy sigh, realizing that his question was foolish. He mentally scolded himself for being so stupid.

"You're smarter than that, Elijah. Think harder," he berated himself silently.

"Fine, but at least tell me the name of the cemetery... please," he begged, standing in the doorway as his teacher left the room. "Just tell me where..."

"I'll see you on your way out," Jack replied, brushing past him. Elijah nodded.

He had to know where the cemetery was. He needed answers to his questions, no matter how absurd they seemed. He didn't want to be left in the dark. He wanted answers, and he would do whatever it took to get them.