Spark

Evening...

Unlike every other day that he'd feel so lively after a long ride, today was different. He went out earlier today to race, in a bid to get rid of his messy thoughts lately, but nothing worked out for him as it only worsened his state of mind.

Standing in the garden and staring into space, his mind is occupied with so many thoughts. He has been sad lately, he has been broken, and he needs someone to talk to. Someone that'll understand that he's in pain, someone that won't judge him, but since his beta is not around, then there's absolutely no one he could share his problem with. Being a leader is indeed tough. You would have to act strong even when you can't hold on anymore, you have to act like everything is fine even when dying slowly inside, and it hurts badly.

Taking a deep breath, he throws his head back as tears slowly trickles down his cheeks. Sometimes he just wants to scream his lungs out and tell the whole world how much pain he's suffering inside, sometimes he