Prologue: The Weight of Strength You hold your sword with both hands to pass the idea of strength...this is what I was told ever since I was young...the fact is...you can't be strong all the time... It've sure been a while...I still had my "captain" title in the club of the Slayin' Ravens, I have always been the type of guy that suffers silently...yep...I was down because I had lost that fight...no...not only that time...other 3 times I fought John...I lost, miserably...I could tell that Alex could see through my mask with a smile on it...and sure...he knew I had to adapt to the fact of being...the 2nd one in control...a Saturday...at his place. "What's this deal about being the best all the time?" Alex asked. "If you had been raised like I was, with my mom, you would understand" I said. "Your mom scares me...and some teachers at school too you know..." he said. "Ya, my mom is 'Vida Loca' " I said with a smirk...I guess that only got him even more worried... "You're not ok...I can see it..." He said. "I'm ok...for real..." I said scratching my head. "No you're not...I can see you're lying...You always start scratching yourself when you're lying..." he said, well...he actually knew me pretty well... "I'm telling you..I'm ok..." I said grabbing his head softly and kissing him before breaking it. "No worries" I continued. "...fine.." He said as he laid on bed. "You didn't buy it right?" I asked. "if you say you're ok, you're ok...I'm not gonna force you saying something you don't want to..." he said closing his eyes. "Gonna take a nap?" I asked.. "Nah...just gonna rest my eyes a little..." he said. I stayed in silence for a while...yeah...my chest was burning...once I heard him snoozing...I laid by his side and cuddled...I needed him... "People cry, not because they are weak, but because they are tired of always being strong..." I thought...made sense...so I let one tear fall...it was enough... I woke up shortly afterwards...5 PM...probably I should go home... …and then things took a turn
