~ We do not fear the unknown. We fear what we think about the unknown. ~

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Important note: The chapter which was previously marked as Chapter 14 is a part of CHAPTER 7 now. The CURRENT CHAPTER 14 was previously marked as Chapter 20. If there is still any confusion while reading, feel free to PM and ask away:)

                           ***

Previously:

Alexander loosens his hold on me and I feel my breath hitch just as I tilt my head upwards to meet his gaze. My eyes widen in recognition and my lips part in astonishment as I stare back at warm brown ones with specks of gold on them.

No, this can't be. It can't be him.

                       ***

I leap out of his embrace as the realisation hits me deep inside and the familiar stench of deceit fills the air around us. A drop of sweat trickles down the side of my face and I struggle to form the words in my mouth. Suddenly, the morning does not seem chirpy anymore and the suspicions regarding Alexander glower like a dreadful comet in the air.

"You were the one at the party that night." It wasn't a question but a statement. His silence only enrages me further.

"You already knew me, didn't you?" I ask as I grab hold of his collar and bring his face down to my level. His gaze never averts from my face and I see the emotions swirling in his beautiful eyes. His face is morphed into one of agony and appears way older than before. His Adam's apple bobs nervously up and down as the specks of gold on his eyes start to form a sparkling ring of fire.

Shoving him forcefully, I take a few steps back as I feel spine chilling terror in every corner of my body. My teeth start chattering and the trembling of my body only gets worse when I feel the unexpected drop in temperature.

My subconscious screams at me to start running away but all I could do at that moment was simply stare at him in disbelief. As he takes another step closer to where I stood paralyzed, my legs finally gave out from under me.

Warm hands clutch me tightly and the last thing I remember was Alexander whispering softly in my ear before the darkness engulfed my soul.

"I am really sorry, Autumn."

                          ***

The familiar feel of someone's caress on my cheek comforts me as I lean into their touch.

So comforting. Only if I could keep sleeping like this -

Shooting my eyes open, I jolt from my sleep waking only to find Ricky's figure hovering over mine. Within a moment, all the sleep left inside disappeared. The mere sight of the guy who was my rock, and all the rest I might ever think of, rages me beyond words. All the shit we went through together flashes and starts to play in my head and then it ends with the events that took place today morning.

"Get out."

"June I am really -"

"I said get the fuck out! Right now."
I snapped through gritted teeth. I turn my attention towards the giant tree that stood tall outside my window in the chill dusk of the autumn evening as few other leaves fall to the ground leaving the branches a little more barren than just a moment ago.

"Autumn."

An unfamiliar voice calls out. I knew it wasn't Ricky cause he hasn't moved an inch from his position on the edge of my bed but I still ask him anyway.

"Did you just say something right now?"

Ricky seemed taken aback by my question. Looks like he was not expecting me to speak with him. "Uh no, I didn't."

"Autumn listen to me. You need to run away. Things do not look good here. I think the Queen Mother - "

"of June. June," Ricky shakes both my shoulders frantically trying to catch my attention and I shove him forcefully. ''Why are you still here?"

"Are you alright?" he asks his voice laced with concern. "Just now the look on your face seemed to frighten me a little bit so that's why I kept calling your name."

With all honesty, I haven't had the time right now to deal with him. I feel drained both mentally and emotionally. I remembered Alexander calling me Autumn just before I passed out and I heard that name just now. It is the same name I've been dreaming about for months. Did I hallucinate?

Where is Alexander? How did I end up in my room once again just like the night from the party? And his eyes... Oh my God!

Ricky clears his throat from the side trying to catch my attention which in fact, annoys me more.

"Can you fucking leave already or do I have to drag your ass till the door?" I deadpanned. Before running his fingers through his hair, Ricky lets out a nervous laugh which was clearly unnecessary. I close my eyes and concentrate on my breathing, trying to cool down the rage that courses through my veins. I was more than angry and frustrated with Ricky but now the way Alexander left me hanging without any reason made me want to freak explode.

I need to find Alexander and I want answers from him.

The door to my room slams shut and I look around to see Ricky gone from my room. Not even feeling slightly bothered by his absence, I grab my phone from the nightstand and quickly type a message to Alexander.

To: Alexander

Where are you? Did you drop me at home? Please call back ASAP.

"Missing me already?" a voice whispers near my ear. Startled, I scream at the top of my lungs and leap out of bed, tripping on the carpeted floor and falling down on it.

I look to see Alexander lying comfortably on my pillow, smirking.

"How the fuck did you get here?" I ask in disbelief. Rubbing my stingy ass now thanks to my clumsiness and Mr Alexander, I slowly get up from the ground.

"I was always here," he replied nonchalantly. Looking around my room, he commented "You have a pretty room but - " he pauses before looking into my eyes directly, "you deserve way better."

I thought for a fraction of a moment that his words had more meaning than I had known. But I didn't want to think inside it too deeply. Perhaps, he just felt that I should have a better-looking room, even though I am perfectly happy with my current one.

"Don't try to dodge my question," I replied sternly. "When did you get here? Only Ricky was here a while back and none of us saw you." I deadpanned.

Exhaling sharply, Alexander gets up from the bed and steps cautiously towards me just like a predator who's about to pounce on his prey. The movements were so calculative and the more slowly he advanced towards me, the more I dreaded anticipating the worst.

Maybe, I don't really want to know how he is in my room.

His aura was a little different, raw power spurting from within his taut body and I felt this strange pull that compelled me to be close to him. Uncertain and in pure terror, I take a hesitant step backwards, followed by another step and then another one until I feel my study table's edge hit my back. I wince, letting out a hiss at the pain. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and goosebumps erupted throughout my body as I felt the familiar drop in temperature. I already knew what was coming next.

Don't look into his eyes, June.

I feel him tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and his fingers lightly brush the edge of my jaw. "Look at me," he demands. I shake my head no and keep my eyes fixated on the floor.

If I don't look up then it might not be real. I just have to avoid looking into his eyes.

"Please," he whispers softly.

I can't. I am scared.

"I will not hurt you, " he promises and slowly takes my hands in his. His grip is firm but gentle at the same time as he seems too frightened to hold.

"I am not a porcelain doll, ya know." I chuckle nervously referring to his hold. At that moment, I did the unforgivable mistake of looking into his eyes. The sparkling ring of gold around his irises was still there, shining brighter than before.

What the hell?

In all my seventeen years of life, I have never felt more terrified than this. I wanted to run away, screaming for the hills, but my body felt that no matter how hard I tried, it couldn't move a muscle. What I saw this morning was certainly not a hallucination, and instantly, the eerie feeling creeping up my body made me want to pass out and never wake up to this nightmare again.

"Don't you have any questions?" Alexander asks out of the blue. That was kind of unexpected.

I do not want to know anything, anymore.

"Questions about what?" I ask feigning innocence as I looked at anywhere but him.

"My eyes or about what you saw this morning and right now."

"I didn't see anything," I replied back too quickly. Beads of sweat began forming on my forehead and I felt asphyxiated. My hands were balled into my fists and I felt my long nails digging in my palms. During that moment my rapid breathing didn't help and I prayed hoping I didn't end up having a panic attack right here.

"You are not a very good liar, June," Alexander says as he slowly lifts my chin up to look at him.

As I struggled to get words out of my mouth, I felt my breath caught in my throat.

Under no circumstances have I ever felt this dumb, but this was something completely different.

"Who are you?"

"Alexander."

I knew that he was just messing around and that he knew exactly what I wanted to ask, but deep down, do I really want him to answer?

"Who are you?" I asked in a more confident voice or at least I hope it didn't sound as scared as I felt right now.

Alexander dropped his hold off my chin and peered into the distance from the window. I seized this opportunity to wriggle free from the awkward position I had previously felt trapped and cleared my throat behind him trying to get his attention.

"Do you believe in reincarnation, June?" he asks all of a sudden. His question takes me by surprise and I furrow my brows in confusion.

"Reincarnation? Really, Alexander?" I scoff at his ridiculous choice of subject.

What I wanted to ask was about him and he is tossing the ball of reincarnation on my way. He doesn't respond so I try again for the second time.

"No, I do not believe in all this bullshit. There you go, happy?" I let out an exasperated sigh. "What or who are you really? I have so many questions right now and you are not exactly helping. What is all this about?'' I demand.

His back was turned towards me and I couldn't see his face but the next few words he said I knew I was going to take those secrets straight into my grave.

"I am not a human being, June. I never was one."

                            ***

I haven't had the appetite for dinner so I just told Mrs Willson I am going to have dinner very late. I didn't know if I could even make head or tail out of it, after the things Alexander talked about earlier. I couldn't seem to wrap my head around the idea that a classmate of mine not even being a human being. If someone had told me a few months ago that I'm going to have an encounter with a supernatural, I might have laughed off claiming that they've watched too much of this supernatural shit on TV, but now I'm not sure what to do with it.

Was Alexander really telling the truth?

Flashback

"I am not a human being, June. I never was one.''

''What nonsense!" I exclaim back. ''Cut the crap, Alexander. You need to tell me the truth."

''This is the truth, dammit." Alexander turns around facing me, his hands balled tightly into fists. His face completely devoid of any kind of emotion although I don't miss the slight twitch of his jaw.

"I- I don't understand," I let out a nervous laugh. "What are you then? A vampire?" I chuckle. "You are not going to pull some Twilight shit on me right? Cause that is not funny." I'm not sure whether I tried to convince Alexander or myself to believe this is all a lie. A BIG FAT Lie.

I remembered the party very well and his eyes. The party right before the summer break and Alexander just joined the school in the senior year but that night he already seemed to know my name and I'm not really sure how to connect the dots anymore.

"Do you know anything about the Greek mythology?'' he asks. I shrug my shoulders in response.

''Not much, more like no," I reply perplexed. ''Where is this coming from anyway?"

"It's a long story, June but I cannot tell you all of it right now," he says pinching the bridge between his nose and letting out a huff of breath. "I will answer a few things though."

And before I even got a chance to respond, he starts talking. He talks about things that I am not sure if I need to know or if I should be told about in the first place.

"Thousands of centuries ago, Gaea gave birth to Typhon, who was considered the mightiest and deadliest monster in Greek Mythology. Typhon was the largest and most grotesque of all creatures that have ever lived and he was a fire-breathing dragon who had one hundred heads but never slept."

"Did he really have one hundred heads?'' I ask in surprise.

"What? No,'' he chuckles. ''He had one head but the brain of hundreds, does that make any sense?''

''I guess so... " I reply trailing off.

"Gaea wanted to punish Zeus for imprisoning her Titan children and to dethrone the Olympians, that is the prime reason behind Typhon's birth. So, basically, when Typhon challenged the heavens, the Gods were so frightened that they fled to Eqypt and disguised themselves among the wild. It was Zeus finally who eventually trapped Typhon underneath Mount Etna." He finishes and waits for me to process it all. I was still clueless as to which direction this story was headed towards.

"So, what has all this got to do with you not being human?"

"Typhon mated with the she-monster Echidna and they produced many other monsters, including Orthrus, Cerberus, the Chimera, the Caucasian eagle, the Crommyonian Sow, the Lernaean Hydra and the Colchian Dragon."

"The Colchian dragon guarded the Golden Fleece at Colchis and it was said to never sleep, rest or lower its vigilance. My father-'' he pauses and looks at me, " is the second-born to the Colchian Dragon and is the current ruler of our kingdom."

"So that monster guy you just spoke about Ty-Ty- ''

"Typhon," he says.

''Yes, exactly. This Typhon guy is your great grandfather?" I ask my voice hardly above a whisper.

He nods his head in response, once again, avoiding eye contact. "So... what you are trying to say is.. umm.. you're a dragon?" His silence confirms my question and I wasn't sure if I wanted to laugh or cry. As ridiculous as the whole story sounded, a part of me knew Alexander was speaking the truth.

I keep fidgeting with my fingers and stare at the photo frame kept on my nightstand of a picture of Ricky and I took last year in Disneyland. I inwardly laugh at the goofy grin on Ricky's face with the Minnie mouse hairband on his head.

Those times were simple and I was happy.

"So, where do I fit into all of this Alexander?" I demand. Gathering some newfound courage, I push myself up from the bed and slowly take a few cautious steps towards him. "You just did not tell me your story for fun now, did you?"

''You need to come with me."

"I am so- what?" I look at him in disbelief. This does not make sense. "So, just because you told me about your true identity, I need to come with you?! Are you fucking hearing yourself right now?" I yell at him.

"Stop cursing, alright?" he snaps back. "I did not say you need to come with me right now but sooner or later, you will have to. Please," he begs.

"You want me to leave everything behind, and come with you. You have said it yourself. Please quit bullshitting and never come back to me with these crappy myths or tales." I head towards the door and swinging it open, I say, ''I am tired. You should leave now."

He exhales sharply and walks straight out of the door but pauses mid-step saying, "I promise to take you away from here, Autumn."

After hearing the same name again, a gasp escapes my mouth, but before I could run after him, he's already vanished into thin air.

Flashback Ends

Looking back I want to bang my head on the wall now. I completely forgot to ask him the most important question why was he there that night at the party? It felt like he was saying the whole truth but there was no proof to support his claim. As for his eyes, I guess I can come up with my own hypothesis about them. There's something that tells me, call it a gut feeling that it's best to keep a little distance from him for a few days before I'm completely sure there's no risk around him. A loud growl out of my stomach wakes me from my thoughts, and I drag myself downstairs to have dinner.
Alone.

                           ***

I skip going to school the entire week. Call me a coward but after that day, I don't know how to face everybody in school. Ricky has repeatedly frustrated me with his "Sorry" messages but I still haven't answered any.

Naomi came over last night after learning what happened at school a week ago. She even tried to apologise, although she didn't have to. It was not her fault that she was far away from her aunt's wedding in New York. Neither do I blame anyone for what happened that morning nor do I want to lend an ear to someone who wants to give pitiful lame justifications.

Alexander.

After he left the other day, Alexander did not come to visit me again but I feel like someone is watching me constantly from the shadows. The nightmares are back once more. I couldn't sleep well and the dark circles under my eyes are the prime testimony to that. I wanted the senior year to be a little different but not this. This was definitely not how I expected it to happen.

Perhaps, I should really consider Alexander's proposal and go away with him wherever he wants me to.

My phone starts vibrating, so I snatch it from underneath the pillow. I look at the caller ID and think for a second or two if I really wanted to answer that call right now, but I still press the answer button.

"What do you want?"

''Are you free tomorrow?" Alexander asks calmly from the other end as though he hadn't dropped the 'I'm not a human being' bomb on me less than a week ago.

Is this guy for real?

"Tomorrow is Monday which means we got the school to attend. Why are you asking such an illogical question?" I say rolling my eyes.

"I thought you weren't going since you were just about to put on a movie in Netflix at four in the morning," he chuckles.

What the -

In a rush I switch the lights on and inspect every corner of my room, only to find it empty. And how did he learn I was really going to miss school tomorrow and put on Netflix right now? That can certainly not be yet another coincidence.

I hear laughter from the other end. "Trying to find me in your room?"

"How did you know, you freak?" I yell into the phone, panicking. "I swear I will report you to the authorities," I deadpan.

"Sure you can report me all you want but I will be picking you up tomorrow at nine in the morning. Do not forget and don't stay up too late. Goodnight," he replies and hangs up without giving me a chance to answer back.

What if I do not want to go out with him?

I believe he already knew at this moment that I was too curious to find out these secrets and I will follow him anyhow. In addition, I also deserved to know some other things or that's what I was trying to convince myself anyway.

I hope I don't end up digging my own grave.

                            ***

I'm out of bed before 8 the next morning and go down to have my breakfast. To my surprise, both of my parents are already sitting at the dining table as Mrs Willson serves breakfast to them. Mom smiles at me as she puts her cup of tea on the table and kicks Dad's leg under the table trying to get his attention. Dad chokes on his cup of tea and curses mom under his breath.

"Goddammit! What is your problem, Julia?"

"Robert, language," Mom snaps back almost instantly through gritted teeth as she points Dad towards my direction.

Dad seems quite surprised after he notices me for a moment but finally, he asks me to sit down and did not start his usual questioning for once. I was more than happy to eat my breakfast in peace, and hoping that Alexander would not show up early or else, he would be meeting my parents which is not a good idea. Just then the doorbell goes off and Mrs Willson goes to check who it is.

So much for wanting to have a drama less breakfast.

Mrs Willson brings Alexander to the dining room and I look up at her in surprise. "Mrs Willson, show him to the living room. It is rude of us to have a guest waiting while we are eating.''

"He insisted waiting here," Mrs Willson replies back meekly while she glances at my Dad probably waiting for him to lash out.

''Ahh... Good morning Robert and Julia." Alexander greets both my parents with a polite smile. "I wasn't aware you both will be here today."

Am I missing something here?

"Good morning to you too, Alexander," mom smiles back. "Why don't you join us for breakfast?"

Alexander starts to decline but mom jumps in again, ''Ask the boy to eat with us, Robert." She gives Dad a pointed look and Dad nods back in understanding.

"Sit down Alexander otherwise Julia will have my head the entire day," he lets out a nervous laugh. Alexander agrees and takes the seat next to mine.

"You guys already know Alexander?" In a surprise, I question both Mom and Dad.

I just couldn't believe they're being so kind to him. Too nice for my liking, it makes me almost paranoid wondering if I'm missing a piece of the puzzle.

"Er.. yes, his dad came over the other month ... for some work," Dad replied.

But Alexander said his father was the current ruler of their kingdom so whom is Dad talking about exactly?

Furrowing my brows in confusion, I ask, "I thought his father worked out of state. So, why would he come here?"

Mom and dad both pale at my question as Dad uncomfortably clears his throat. "You ask so many questions, now tell me why did you not go to school all week?" he asks sternly. "Your Principal called to complain about your absence and your terrible grades the other day."'

Can't I just have one morning with them minus the drama? Is that too much to ask for?

I shake my head in frustration as I place the spoon and fork back on the table. "For someone who is so bloody concerned about their daughter, don't you guys feel proud to know that this is the second time we have had breakfast together since the senior year began?" No one utters a single word back and I feel Alexander's hand squeezing mine reassuringly from under the table.

Great. Now, I have a freaking dragon pitying me. Fuck!

"I'm done," I announce as I push back my chair and collect my bag from Mrs Willson. "Thank you for the breakfast, Mrs Willson,'' I reply, slamming the front door shut behind me.

Alexander is walking from the front door lazily and I march up to him, frustrated. "Why didn't you tell me you've already met my parents before?" In answer, he simply shrugs his shoulders.

"I didn't think it was very important enough to mention it." He opens the passenger side door for me and once I settle down, he shifts to the other side of the vehicle.

"What about your dad? What was my dad blabbering about your dad being here last month?'' I ask.

"I don't know," he nonchalantly responds. "Maybe you should have asked your dad about that in detail." He turns the ignition on and starts driving. He then suddenly blurts out after a few minutes of awkward silence.

"However, your father took me by surprise. I don't know how he has come up with a theory about my father,'' he chuckles.

"What do you mean?" I asked, massaging my temples. I am definitely going to have another migraine soon. "Do you mean to say he lied?" I unbelievingly ask.

"What do you think?" he winks at me, a little grin playing on his lips as his eyes once again divert towards the road.

Is it quite unlikely of a father to lie this way unless he knows something -

"Does he know about you?" I almost yell in panic as the realization hits me hard. "Hehe, k-knows you are n-not a hh-human?"

Alexander does not spare me another glance as he busies himself humming a tune of a song by The Rolling Stones from the 70s.

"What song is that?"

"Sympathy for the Devil,'' he replies softly while continuing to hum. "You listen to The Rolling Stones?"

"Uh no, not exactly," I shake my head. "Dad has all these vinyl records he likes to collect, and The Rolling Stones, besides Pink Floyd and the Beatles, is one of his favourite bands."

"Were you aware of Brian Jones?" he asks. My ears perk up on the familiar name because I remember Ricky and Dad fanboying at my place a few times about him.

"Yeah. Wasn't he like the founder of the band who died mysteriously when he was still in his late 20s?"

"The guy was an arse. Perhaps, he deserved it," he replies through gritted teeth.

What?

"Why would you say that?" I ask confusedly.

"Scott said so, alright. It's best if there are few details left untold," he answers in his voice with finality, leaving no room for argument.

Scott?

''Who is Scott?"

Alexander lets out a frustrated sigh. "The guy who hangs out with me."

"Okayyyy... " I trail off and relax in the uncomfortable silence again. After another thirty minutes, the car finally comes to a halt and I realise that we were back in the same place that Alexander brought me from school that morning

"Why are we here again?"

"I just got to tell you a few things. More like you deserve to know them, "he quietly answers back.

"Oh, well then." As I get out of the car, my phone starts blaring to Just the Same by Charlotte Lawrence. I didn't have to check the caller ID because I already knew who's calling me.

"Can you give me a minute?" I ask Alexander. "I need to answer this call."

"Sure. Go ahead."

I respond in my best chirpy voice, by pressing the response button. "Hey, Mi, what's up?"

"Where are you, June Morrison? It's after the second period and you're still not in your classes!" Naomi screams into the phone and I've had to take the phone away from my ear literally.

"I am umm..-unwell," I replied unconvincingly. ''How about I come over to your place tonight?"

"Of course, you can come over anytime, J but tell me the truth," she demands. "Is this about Ricky?"

"What no, I mean yes.. kinda I - "

She cuts me off mid-sentence. "You should give him another chance, J. Ricky did not say anything to Amber. He said she already knew about it from beforehand," she explains.

"Were you there?" I snap back.

'I'm sorry, wha- "

"Were you there that morning when Amber slut-shamed me in front of everyone? Were you there when they hit me and pulled my hair? Were you there watching Ricky looking at his best friend get humiliated that way? Were you there?" I screamed into the phone.

"J, I didn't mean -"

"You weren't. So quit trying to play the big sister role in my life and leave me alone for fuck's sake." I scream and hang up the call. It wasn't until I felt Alexander's fingers wipe my eyes that I realized I was crying.

"It wasn't her fault. I wasn't meant to be venting on her like that," I sniffle as another sob escapes.

Alexander rubs my back in circles and somehow, that almost immediately seems to calm me down. ''Sshhh... it's alright now. I am sure Naomi will understand you didn't mean anything,'' he tries to console. "She seems like a good friend."

"She said it wasn't Ricky who told Amber about my secret. I mean, it doesn't make sense, but what if he didn't actually say anything and I misunderstood the whole scenario?' I ask as Alexander gives me a tissue and I blow my nose into it quite unattractively.

"When his best friend got bullied and got harshly treated by those girls, why did he not stand up for you?" he asks. "I think you already know the answer," he says softly and begins to walk towards the cliff.

I am not so sure what to believe anymore.

I just follow him closely and, once again, I'm astonished at the amazing view before me. The glittering sunbeams peeking through the clouds scatter on the surface of the water various hues of shiny silvers and gold, making it sparkle like crystal. It was a sunny morning but one could slowly begin to feel the late autumn chills.

"I knew you from before the party," Alexander starts speaking slowly. I turn around to look at him, nodding my head as if to suggest he's got my full attention.

"You are ... Umm .....You look like someone I once knew, " he says reluctantly.

"Oh!"

"June I need your help. I need it so my father won't really get me married to my step-sister Catherina."

Uh-oh! Not what I was expecting.

"Why did you want me to come with you?" I ask in incredulity. "So, basically, I am the scapegoat."

"What no! You must understand that it must be you, only you can stop it," he pleads.

"Why don't you just grow your balls and stand up to your father? Does that step-sister of yours want to marry you too?" I ask. All this felt more ridiculous than last time. What were people thinking of me?

"She definitely doesn't. She already knows I love another," he responds quietly.

"Why don't you then ask the girl you love to help you out?" I wonder confusedly. "Why would you want me to support you, of all people?"

"It's complicated," he says with gritted teeth.

"Really?" I grumble at his lame excuse. ''How complicated can it be that she cannot come and save her lover marrying another girl right in front of her eyes?" I demand.

He does not respond. Instead, deep in thought, he looks up into the sky as if he were in a great dilemma. I might have wanted to help him out for a moment, but after hearing his freaking lame excuse, I'm not sure if I should put myself in such a place among those creatures that, for God's sake, are not even humans.

"Sorry, I don't believe I can," I say. "Maybe you should ask your girl for support and figure out any problems that you guys might encounter."

I stand up wiping the dirt off the back of my shorts and walk back to the car. Soon Alexander follows, and in silence, we drive back to my place. The environment was too stressful and I am not sure whether in the future Alexander will want to associate with me again after I denied helping him out.

Perhaps, that's for the best.

Soon enough, he parks the car in the driveway and I don't waste time getting out of the vehicle, running the steps to the porch. Just as I place my hand on the doorknob, a ping on my phone goes off. I unlock it, to find a message from Alexander.

Why did he text me?

From: Alexander

Autumn is gone, June. She is dead.

My eyes well up with unshed tears as realisationpiercese through my soul, but all I see is the empty driveway when I turn around and find Alexander already gone.

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Hey guys!!! So.. How was this chapter? Pretty intense, eh? I hope I did justice while Alexander revealed his identity but in case, you guys feel otherwise, let me know:) Also, the myth regarding Typhon is true, however, Alexander's relation with him is purely a work of fiction. Alexander did not tell June the entire truth but well, she might be finding out about that later🤫 Also, no offence to Brian Jones or The Rolling Stones. It was just dialogue and so please do not take it personally.💜

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