Alarick pov
I paced. I was in my bedroom, my silver hair a mess, still just wearing the boxers I’ve worn for bed last night, and I paced. I tried my best not to glance in the mirror as I paced the room, but I couldn’t help it sometimes and it just made me more frantic, seeing how bloodshot my eyes were and the circles under them. I stopped in front of the bean bag chair and knelt down, staring at it as I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. I didn’t even care that I stole that from Lyell, it freaking worked for some reason. I was going crazy, I just didn’t know what to do.
“He’ll be fine physically, but mentally he’s suffering. Maybe a visit would cheer him up? And time any day,” his mother said. I felt so horrible, I told him I didn’t want to fight him but he kept tryi
