Alex's fingers instinctively traveled to his arm, tracing the faint irregularity left by Mason's bite. The unevenness of the healed skin could still be discerned beneath the fabric of his shirt. With a mixture of vulnerability and determination, he rolled up his sleeve, exposing the lingering mark to Mason's gaze. It was an unspoken invitation for understanding.
"I've never really paid much attention to the phases of the moon," Alex confessed softly, his voice tinged with regret. "I didn't realize it was the night of the full moon until it was already too late." His words hung in the air, laden with a weight he couldn't fully express. There was a heaviness in his heart, an unspoken pain that had driven him away from the comfort of the common room, away from the presence of others.
In that moment, words failed him, unable to convey the complex emotions swirling within. Instead, he let the unfinished sentence hang in the air, trusting that Mason would sense the depth of his struggle, the unspoken yearning for solace and understanding. “It was almost peaceful out there. Until I felt you. I couldn’t see you. But I could tell you were there.”