He couldn't bear to hear it. It was like a spell filled with malice. Hearing Theseus tell him he would die, it hurt, it hurt more than the arrow on his shoulder, than the pain he had to go through that horrible week until his head healed. Just the thought of it was devastating.
"Don't say that!" Alex shouted, punching lightly Theseus' chest. "You have to live. You have to." He told him, his voice weak. Why was he feeling like this? Petrified by images of him being gone, desperate to keep him alive. He barely knew him, he had talked to him twice so why? Why did he have such a huge impact on him? "I don't know what's going on." Alex mumbled, filled with confusion. "I don't know why I feel this way" he said, his eyes staring at the soil, his fists dived deep into the dirt when he heard the stranger with the red eyes talk to him.
