Alana;
In the silence of Alpha Rhydian's room, I watch him eat. The words I intend to say to him begin to replay in my mind, and I take a deep breath as I once again remove and swap out some words in the tale I plan to weave this morning.
I've been wanting to speak, but have also been holding back.
Alpha Rhydian doesn't look like he's in a good state. His eyes are sunken, and he looks like… he's in discomfort.
My eyes zero in on the way his knee constantly bounces, even though he's eating… the way his movements are a tad sluggish, and how distant his eyes are...
This doesn't look like the type of exhaustion that sleep can fix.
It looks like exhaustion from within. The kind that only hard tears and redemption can remove.
He suddenly stops eating, and without looking up at me, he speaks.
