Axel swallowed hard as he reached Ivan's room- their room, the one he had been thrown out of for the second time without having any say in it.
What say did he even have against the son of the alliance president himself? None. Absolutely none.
No matter how much he wanted to explain himself, no matter how unfair it felt, he had no say.
The door no longer felt familiar. It felt like something that no longer belonged to him, even though everything inside it once had.
He lifted his hand and knocked, even though he had never knocked before. The action alone felt wrong and foreign.
His heart raced so hard that he could hear it in his ears and even feel it in his throat.
Part of him was resisting this completely, screaming at him not to go inside, not to see Ivan, not to hear anything that would carve itself into his mind and haunt him..
