118 His Broken Self : Part 2

Axel woke up right when the sun vanished from the world. The blanket draped over him neatly, and his window's curtain was half shut.

It seemed like he overslept after he took a nap.

Something was wrong.

The clock was pointing at the number seven. Ah, Axel had to help Kiaran on his next mission.

Yeah, he needed to help him like he usually did. Everything was fine. Nothing was wrong. That was right.

But anyway, he needed to fill his stomach first. He probably had screwed up his sleeping and eating habit.

He glanced tiredly at the window as he pulled himself into a sitting position. Brushing his fluffy hair away from his face, the boy grimaced from his aching head and jumped over from the bed, making a soft thump sound.

His body slumped as he stood up. He felt highly exhausted lately. Maybe he should stop pushing himself too hard. His body ached all over, especially his chest. Was he dying at such young age already?

Maybe he should take Rune's-

No.

Something was wrong.