"Why don't you want to listen to me?" Xan asked him, seemingly frustrated. Lun was holding onto his door, showing him the corridor as he insisted the prince stepped out. The white haired vampire sighed, rubbing his temples as he tried not to lose his composure. For Lun though it was a lot different. He had found him in one of the worst times, one of those moments when everything in his head became so vivid, every fear and anxious thought came to life. Xan was standing right in front of him, reminding him all of the things he could have but didn't.
"Because I don't want to. Why is it so hard for you to understand?" Lun asked him, his dark eyes wide, his muscles tensed, his body stiff like a rock. He pushed the door, closing it loudly since Xan didn't seem to want to get out and walked away from him, getting deeper into his dark room. The prince followed him, standing close, not wanting to leave him alone.
"Lun, I came here to warn you, not to fight with you. I…"
