Starry night

Author's POV

Ariana watched in dismay at Carl almost choking on the beer bottle he had in hand. His eyes looked distant, and she was trying to seek for the perfect time to approach him and ask what was wrong. She had never seen him look so distressed before.

Sighing, she took careful steps towards him. “How are you, son?” She inquired, rubbing at his back,

Carl raised his head up, trying to open the almost closed up eyes to see her. “Hey, mama.”

“What's wrong with you?” She inquired with a worried look on her face.

Carl snorted, “I can't tell which exactly.”

“Have you been thinking?”

Sighing, he put the bottle in his mouth, swallowing a considerable chunk of the pour. Ever since he met with Kira and Xander, he has been in deep thought. Wishing his life wasn't so complicated, and he didn't have to be roped into the mess created by his father.

Ariana sat silently, observing him with keen eyes. His sober eyes reminded her of the thin - looking twelve-year-old child, she had met dur