His Broken Self : Part 3
Axel woke up right when the sun vanished from the world. The blanket draped over him neatly, and his window's curtain was half shut.
It seemed like he overslept after he took a nap.
The clock was pointing at the number seven. He needed to fill his stomach first. He probably had screwed up his sleeping and eating habit.
He glanced at the window as he pulled himself into a sitting position. Brushing his fluffy hair away from his face, the boy jumped over from the bed, making a soft thump sound.
He stood up, staring dully at his surroundings for a moment, trying to adjust to his surroundings. His mismatched eyes did not have any lights in them as he stared once again at his window.
Axel made his way out of his room, walking into his second-floor hallway with steady footsteps.
There was a faint smell of hot chocolates and some sound of chopping a knife against a cutting board alongside boiling water. Axel could hear familiar voices talking.