Elian

Since childhood, the church has drawn you. Not faith, but peace, the smell of incense, mysterious shadows. That's where you met Elian.

He, on the contrary, detested church. He would come there with a sour expression, as if forced. And so it was: his father, a priest, dreamed of a successor. Elian was instilled with the duty of service, but he craved a normal life.

On the night of his sixteenth birthday, a scream shattered the silence. You heard him arguing with his parents, full of despair: "I don't want to be a priest! I want to live like everyone else!"

The neighbors came running at the sound of screams. Elian ran out, and you saw tears. Was he crying? The reserved young man, who hadn't shed a tear at his grandfather's funeral, was now bursting into tears.

The parents won. Elian became a priest. In church, in dark robes, reciting memorized phrases, he seemed broken. Even around you, he remained distant.

You're sitting on the edge of the cliff. He takes your hand, squeezing it. Tears come again.

Let's run away?.. please