Elijah's daily routine was almost mundane.
He was devoted to his mornings, especially to his morning runs and exercise.
With his schedule of classes on only three days a week, Elijah had plenty of free time.
And most of it was spent buried in the pages of his books.
Alexei had long since noticed that his Solnyshko tended to fall asleep just anywhere.
The couch was the favorite napping spot, and so was the floor beside the bookshelf, or any corner where Elijah could curl into himself with his books.
Most of his nights were consumed by analyzing ghosts, sending the data to other 'ghost hunters' so they could deal with it.
It still felt unrealistic to him.
They would only contact Elijah to intervene in something beyond them.
In a way, Elijah was the top celebrity in this spiritual world.
And right now, such a grand existence was bent over the wall, tending to the small white Clematis in the evening glow.
