Present
Xavier entered his room, and slammed the door behind himself, as he felt an emotion he had not felt in years. Pain. Sadness. Grief. He also felt something he was very used to feeling. And that was rage. He was furious with Damien for not listening to his warnings, for not accepting that Kiara was his weakness. He was enraged that he saved Kiara and let Monica die. He chose the child of his parents' killers over the one who was going to make him a father. He felt angry at his stupidity.
Xavier clenched his jaw and balled his fists, as he lit up a cigarette. He sat down on his bed and leaned against the head rest, taking a puff of his cigarette and closing his eyes. A single tear rolled down his cheek and he quickly wiped it away, sniffing loudly, as his disheveled thoughts focus
