Going back home.

As Alex and Joey walked away from the mysterious place, a strange feeling began to grow within Alex. It was a mixture of gratitude, affection, and a newfound sense of protectiveness. Despite knowing each other for just a day, Joey had become more than just a friend to Alex. He was the first person who had shown genuine care and kindness, someone who had extended a hand in friendship without judgment or expectations.

Every word Joey spoke, every smile he shared, resonated deeply within Alex's soul. It was as if a dormant part of him had awakened, craving the warmth of companionship and the reassurance of genuine connection. The emptiness that had plagued Alex's heart for years was slowly being replaced by a flickering flame of hope, ignited by Joey's unwavering presence.

Alex realized that he needed to leave Joey's house soon to protect him from the dangers associated with his royal identity. He felt a mix of emotions as he understood the risks involved. On one hand, he treasured the friendship and happiness he found with Joey, but on the other hand, he couldn't ignore the potential consequences. Alex knew he had to prioritize Joey's safety above all else and make the difficult decision to distance himself from their newfound bond.

"Hey, Joey, I want to talk to you about something important," Alex said, his voice filled with a mix of seriousness and concern.

Joey's curiosity was piqued as Alex mentioned the need to go home for an important conversation. The atmosphere was charged with a sense of intrigue and uncertainty. They walked side by side, their footsteps echoing through the quiet streets, each lost in their own thoughts.

Once they reached Joey's place, they stepped inside, the familiar surroundings offering a temporary respite from the outside world. Alex led Joey to the living room, where they settled on the couch, their faces reflecting a mixture of apprehension and anticipation.

Alex took a deep breath, his voice steady but tinged with emotion. "Joey, there's something important I need to talk about with you.

"The thing is Joey," Alex began, his voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and resolution, "I have made a decision. I'm going back home." Joey's eyes met Alex's, his face a mask of calm acceptance. "Okay," he replied simply, his tone devoid of any visible emotion.

"So, when are you leaving?" Joey asked, his voice filled with a tinge of melancholy. Alex took a deep breath before replying, "Now, Joey. I'm ready to go." alex got ready and he was ready to go.

Alex stood outside Joey's home, their eyes locked in a moment of heartfelt connection. With a mix of gratitude and a hint of sadness, Alex found the words to express his feelings.

"I'll often come to meet you," Alex said, his voice filled with sincerity. "And thank you, Joey, for everything you've done for me."

They stood in silence for a moment, each holding onto the memories they had created in such a short span of time. Despite the looming separation, their friendship remained a cherished treasure that would withstand the test of time.

As Alex turned to leave, Joey's voice carried a touch of concern. "Wait, Alex, do you have a phone? How will I contact you?"

Alex hesitated for a moment, a hint of disappointment crossing his face. "I'm sorry, Joey, I don't have a phone. But I promise, I'll find a way to reach out to you. Our friendship means too much to me to let it fade away."

Joey nodded understandingly, though a trace of worry lingered in his eyes. "Alright, just remember, I'll be here waiting to hear from you. Don't forget to keep in touch, no matter what."

Alex's gratitude for Joey's understanding welled up within him. "I won't forget, Joey. I'll find a way, I promise. Until then, take care of yourself, my friend."

They shared a final embrace, a bittersweet farewell that held the weight of their shared memories. As Alex walked away, he couldn't help but feel a pang of longing, knowing that their paths were diverging for now. But the flame of their friendship burned brightly, and he was determined to keep it alive, even in the absence of a phone.

Alex stood outside his palace, unsure whether to enter. He felt conflicted, as he longed for the simplicity and genuine connection he had with Joey. But despite his hesitation, Alex mustered the courage to enter the palace. As he stepped inside, he was greeted by a flurry of noise and commotion. Voices echoed through the grand hallways, inquiring about his whereabouts. The palace staff and his mother's attendants were concerned and eager to locate him.

As Alex entered the house, everyone stared at him in silence. His mother's eyes showed anger and disappointment. Suddenly, Elizabeth, his mother's step-sister, approached him and hugged him tightly, pretending to be worried. But Alex didn't like her and pushed her away, making the atmosphere tense and uncomfortable. He knew there would be consequences for his actions.