Zethar;
I push the door open in worry as I sense something is wrong with Elian. I should have knocked, but I'm too disturbed to.
The door pushes open, and I freeze when I find Elián standing near the bed, wth his shoulders hunched, eyes red, and fists clenched so tight his knuckles have gone white.
His gaze is fixed on the door I just walked through, and his eyes are glassy and unfocused, like he's staring at something only he can see.
I see those white patterns glow and fade across his skin like a tidal wave, and I can tell he's angry. Angry, but also broken.
I can see helplessness in his eyes, and the sight makes my chest tighten. I was right. Something is wrong with him… But what?
"Elián?" I whisper gently as the door shuts behind me, but he doesn't respond.
I take two cautious steps inside, then three… My sandals pad gently against the ground as I move, and eventually, his gaze shifts from the door to me.
