Voy Gritando Por La Calle File

Elias looked up, a manic grin plastered on his face. "I'm alive, Antonio!" he guessed at the name. "Are you?"

He went inside, leaving the echoes behind for the city to sweep up in the morning. If you'd like to continue the story, tell me: Should Elias on his walk?

Elias walked with his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He wasn't running from anything, and he wasn't chasing anyone. He was just full—heavy with the kind of words that don’t fit into text messages or quiet conversations over coffee. He felt like a pressurized steam engine with a jammed valve.