The crimson door slammed shut, and Alexander disappeared. I rushed toward it, striking the surface with both hands. “Alexander!” No answer.I tried the handle, but the door refused to move. Crimson symbols spread across its surface, burning brighter each time I touched them.Behind me, Noah approached cautiously. “Luna, the door won’t open until he makes his choice.” “I know that!” My voice came out sharper than I intended. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to breathe.Alexander had asked me to trust him. I couldn’t spend every moment of his trial trying to take control because I was frightened of losing him.But trusting him didn’t mean standing helplessly outside while he faced the worst memories of his life.I pressed my palm against the door. “I’m here, Alexander,” I whispered. “Whatever you see, you’re not alone.” The crimson light pulsed beneath my hand. Then the door opened a fraction.I saw him inside. He stood in a white laboratory, facing the seven-year-old version of himself
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