CHAPTER 63

Ethan, still not fully sober, had been crying uncontrollably, the pressure of his grief pulling him back into a fitful sleep. Axel watched helplessly, his own heart breaking at the sight of his friend's anguish. He helped his friend to the bed and began picking bottles, trying to clear up the mess.

He opened the fridge and saw that Ethan was almost out of food. His kitchen was tidy so he knew Ethan hadn't been eating. He made a mental note in his head to get food from the store, for his friend.

He glanced towards the kitchen where Alyssa would usually be, cooking for them. Her hair would be tied back and she would sometimes have a scowl on her face. Other times she will be all smiles and not mutter a word. Just listening, humming or minding her business. Then she would catch him staring at her and her cheeks would turn a beet red then she would blink and turn her eyes away shyly.

He missed her.

“How I wish you were here, Alyssa. If you were here, you'll know what to do. Ethan misses