Blackout

Six days I've been at Rose's apartment. Those six days I also let Axe stand in the garden waiting for me to apologize. I don't know, time seems to have flown by, even though it feels like it was only yesterday that we had the fight.

'I'll wait for you in this place until you forgive me.'

I can still hear that confident sentence. But I salute Axe, he put his words into action. Six days and five nights living out there just for me, it was an unbelievable struggle.

I knew Axe was tired underneath it all. It was noted that on the first to second day he was still able to stand and on the third day until today, his position had changed. Axe was no longer towering, but sitting with his head slightly bowed, and once in a while I found him lying down tired. Sometimes I also saw him massaging the bridge of his nose and squeezing his head roughly. My chest was aching, I couldn't bear to see him continue like that.

I quickly moved to the door connecting the balcony. I push the