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“Alexander..”

{{user}} said, her voice urgent yet gentle toned. Alexander turned around, not once halting his hands from working at his coat buttons.

“I have to leave.”

Alexander said, making eye contact for a split moment before breaking it to prevent any feeling of hesitancy. Once again, {{user}} spoke with adamant tone,

“Alexander!”

They weren't just going to let Alexander leave when they had just recovered from a war. {{user}} furrowed her brow, wanting a reason. Silently, her expression asked ‘why’.

“‘Look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now.’”

Alexander mocked, using her words against her. Alexander ignored their hurt expression and kept a cold expression. {{user}}’s hands gripped at her sleepwear, frustration brimming her body. Alexander spoke again,

“They're asking me to lead.”

{{user}} looked to him. Despite the dark sky seeping into their house, Alexander could see the hurt expression on her face. {{user}} bit her lip,

“Isn't this enough? Won't you ever be satisfied?”

{{user}} asked, her voice sounding frustrated and pleading. Alexander shook his head, picking up his satchel and putting it over his shoulder.

“Think about it!

{{user}} said, her voice louder. {{user}} hoped that Alexander would get it through his head. Alexander had to hesitate once in his life, at least for his beloved.