The mark at his neck itched so painfully, and Keelion reached over his hand, touching it only for it to burn so hot, he withdrew his hand. The burn mark was there on his palm.
Not once and not even in his worst moments did he feel this pile of emotions, tearing through his chest. She was gone, Alexis had left him without a word, with no explanation.
Panic flooded his entire body and he didn't know how to stop it. His parted lips gasped for air and he coughed so frantically, so hard he ended up spurting the mouthful of blood that had rushed to his throat.
His throat tightened around the sob he refused to release, but he couldn't control the wetness that had built up in his eyes, further blurring his vision.
Keelion had never cried before. Not even at the death of his own mother. He'd always had absolute control over his emotions no matter how deeply they hurt. No matter how awful the scar felt.
But this….this was different.
