Alexander's foot that was on the stair stepped back down. He froze for a while. A part of himself regretted his decision to come here and a part of it still thought he did the right thing.
He could wait for three years, why couldn't he wait for a little bit more? The question suddenly played on the back of his mind.
After hesitation for almost a minute, he continued walking upstairs, heading to his room. He took a seat on the bed and looked around the room. The room that he decided to leave because of all the memories they've created here. The room that gave him heartache after Camellia left him without a word.
Three years ago, when she said she needed time to think, he agreed. But never crossed his line, the time she needed took that long. He almost went crazy the first week when he couldn't reach her and couldn't find her anywhere. Andrew and everyone else kept their mouths shut and only asked him to just give her time to think. How much longer did he need to give her?
