After taking his distress and suffering he gathered in his desolated heart on Elliot, Alphonse went to a random bar to divert his mind from the repeated loop of anguish.
“Dammit, what was I thinking, Louis?” He snarled, clutching his glass with enough force to break it. His mind was barely functioning, unable to comprehend his surroundings.
What happened between him and Aurelia back at the hotel is making him awkward now. He didn’t know how to face her anymore or how she would react.
“What if she ended up hating me more?” He asked worriedly, running his hand in his hair, making them messy.
“You have to face her.” Louis hummed, unsure of what to say for his consolation as all words are meaningless.
All of it depended on her reaction and he was hesitant to confront it.
“Dammit.” Hissin
