Axel didn't know how long he had been walking. Probably one day or two days, maybe more. Time was confusing, after all.
His throat was sore, and his stomach ate itself. His lips had become pale the last time he saw his reflection in a puddle. He did not even know when was 'the last time'.
Because sometimes, if he were lucky, he would see his mismatched eyes in the reflection. And other times, he would not see anything at all, as if he wasn't there. As if he was a ghost.
It scared him.
What if he disappeared forever? What if he would forever be in the shadow? What if no one searched for him? But if someone did, it would probably be Kiaran or his demon family, and Axel did not want that to happen.
What did he want, really?
Ah, he went back to this question again. It was a cycle that kept happening as he roamed in an empty street. It seemed like the moon was not even wanting to hear his thoughts as it hid behind the black clouds of night.