Ophera turned away, gritting his teeth, clenching his fists, eyes shining, preparing to run. Ophera lowered his head and took off. Not looking back.
He felt pathetic. He felt weird.
The wizard reached out to him, trying to speak but his words fell on empty ears. His hand remained on the air.
"There is a way to restore them-..."
"Forget it."
Ophera cut through the wizards words and left. No glance back, no double thinking.
The wizard watched as he ran, his hand slowly falling back to his side, limb, useless. His hat lowering on his face as he frowned, very displeased.
The wizard stepped back into his hut, his mind.. unable to comprehend him, remember him. Anything.
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Ophera ran til he reached his house. Hurrying to unlock the door and getting inside, locking the door again and rushing to his room, feeling like shit, genuinely.
He puts a hand on his head, an downturned smile on his lips. As he buried his face in his hand, hating himself for all that happened and what he felt. He climbed on his bed and pulled his knees up to his chest, closing his eyes as he spoke to himself quietly.
"Oh well..."
He sighed deeply, exhausted.
"Lets just sleep. I have work tomorrow."
He changed into his pajamas after a quick shower and layed down to sleep.