You saw how much Alexis endured, but you always saw him smiling. But today something was wrong. He seemed irritated, even next to Michael.

His smile was more intense, and his hands clenched to the white bones. No matter how much you looked, even its simple presence sent shivers down your spine.

But sitting alone on a bench in the locker room, he clutched his jersey in his hands

"I hate-... tch..."