A day had passed and the time had come. Edward was sitting inside the VIP room where only esteemed guests were allowed to get in.
His eyes were not as joyful as the roar of the people in the coliseum, they were mixed with anxiety. He was not necessarily sweating his forehead off, however, his fingers kept on tapping the armrest of his chair.
"Edward, you don't look so good."
Edward didn't even turn his head. He knew he was at the pinpoint of conflict and no matter how hard his face tried to hide it, he couldn't fake the natural feeling.
The man asking him was slightly worried but he chose not to meddle further about Edward's well-being. He backed down and sat on an empty seat quite a distance from him.
Edward hovered his glance and grabbed a drink readily available by his seat. The cold gush washing his throat still couldn't calm him down.
"I'm here."
