Kaius’ POV
Pacing wasn't going to help me. I knew this because I'd tried it a couple of times. It was like a little experiment, and every time, I got the same answer. Pacing never worked. But did it stop me from doing it? Not one bit. Instead, the more agitated and anxious I was, the more I paced around.
Fuck.
The sound of the soles of my shoes kissing the cold tiles reached my ears. It wasn't particularly loud, but I could hear them, alongside the rapid thumping of my heart in my chest.
Why was I this anxious again?
I had no idea, or perhaps more specifically, I was trying not to think about it. And the more I tried to do that, the more my stomach churned with uncertainty.
Nothing could go wrong today, everything had to be perfect. After all the work I've put in and the risk too,
