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“Alexander..”

{{user}} said, his 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!”

He wasn’t just going to let Alexander leave when they had just recovered from a war. {{user}} furrowed their brow, wanting a reason. Silently, his expression asked ‘why’.

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

Alexander mocked, using his words against him. Alexander ignored their hurt expression and kept a cold expression. {{user}}’s hands gripped at his sleepwear, frustration brimming his 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 his face. {{user}} bit his lip,

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

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

“Think about it!

{{user}} said, his 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.