alix
I always wanted approval. Still do really. As much as I hate to admit it I crave even a word of it, saying I did something right. If someone asked me this I would deny it.
The gunshot punctured the sileence. The peace was shattered the second the sound rang into the the community. Chaos followed.
Axel had methods to make people talk. No one who had a heart could ever bring themselves to try the cruel things he did to break them. What did he care, not like he knew them.
He lost. He acctually lost. He was sure he had a ridculous look on his face but he was too mad to care. How could he have lost to such a weakling?