A soft pink shade shone in the eyes of the man who was sitting comfortably on the sofa. The moon shining through the window gave the barn a low light. The man pushed himself up from the armchair, then took a few steps closer to me, his face shining with anxiety.
“What happened to you? What a hellhole you’ve been? The tournament is not the place where you should focus your attention.” Xavier held out his hand in my direction, offering to help me stand up.
“Why did you come back?” I grabbed Xavier’s hand as I got up from the floor.
“Looks like you need help.” Xavier fixed his dark brown jacket.
“A few weeks ago, you left me alone with news that doesn’t stop running in mind every day. Now you’ve come back offering to help. I don’t believe you.” I crossed my arms over my chest.
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