9|Alive

[Axel]

My chest was tight. Every time I took a breath, my left chest ached. The shouts of the people who attacked me, the mocking laughter, and the sweet voice that broke my heart blended, deafening my ears. All of that indicated that I was still alive.

What for? I had lost everything. Father, Mother, best friend, mate, even the place where I was born and grew up. What else could I do in this world as an orphan? Become a Rogue and live in rebellion? I did not want to live with the group that had caused the deaths of those closest to me.

The delicious scent of cinnamon entered my nostrils. Mom’s signature scent whenever she made our family's favorite bread. I always knew she was nearby whenever I inhaled that scent. Mom was gone, so where did this intoxicating fragrance come from?

I opened my eyes and met a pair of beautiful green eyes. Her long blonde hair was in a ponytail with bangs covering the forehead. The scent grew stronger whenever she got closer and lessened when she moved