That night, Alex did not sleep well.
After smoking about five sticks of cigarettes, he returned to his room, had his shower and went straight to bed without eating. Even when Ace and Zia invited him to to join them, he had refused with the excuse that he had eaten outside.
The night was long and throughout it, he didn't close his eyes.
He couldn't sleep.
The weight of his duty was pressing down on him and he could barely stand with it.
He never wanted to be a hero.
He hated the word so much.
They let his father and mother due unjustly and no one made or is making an attempt to justify them.
Even if he had avenged them, to the world, they were still traitors who had to die — They were meant to die.
This he didn't want.
He could not move around freely as the son of Hero Steven and Heroine Felicia. Those who knew him very well all avoided him like a plague.
They wish not to have something to do with the son of traitors.
