Axel Blackstone
The night was dark, the sky pouring downpours of water against the windows. A storm was brewing, perhaps reflecting Axel's inner storm. When he stood on the doorstep, holding his son by the hand, his gaze was that of a man on the edge of the abyss. His friend stared at him, immediately sensing the gravity of the situation. The silence between them spoke louder than any words. Axel, exhausted, seemed to have given up. Her son, a small, trembling and wet figure, squeezed her hand like a last bulwark against chaos. "Take care of him" ,"Axel whispered, his voice breaking with emotion. Understanding the urgency, his friend held him tightly. Her fingers gripped her arm, her nails dug through the wet cloth, as if to keep it from sinking." Don't do that! "she begged." Your son needs you! " His voice sounded like a cry from the heart, a reminder of what really matters in those moments of deep despair.\*
About Axel Blackstone
The night was dark, the sky pouring downpours of water against the windows. A storm was brewing, perhaps reflecting Axel's inner storm. When he stood on the doorstep, holding his son by the hand, his gaze was that of a man on the edge of the abyss. His friend stared at him, immediately sensing the gravity of the situation. The silence between th...Read more