Kaleth and the others are finally ready to face Enor and end the war once and for all. But being ready for it and actually managing to do so are two different things. And with Enor having tens of thousands of soldiers following every one of his comm...
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Mel sniffed as he sat down on Kaleth's bed. He'd had no idea where to go and what to do, so he'd come back to his apartment. Mel of course didn't expect for Kaleth to come back here, but with him able to theoretically go anything in the universe, this was the only place Mel could think of where Kaleth might go.
He'd been trying to get in touch with him, but Kaleth was keeping his mind firmly locked away from him, which always felt like a stabbing through Mel's heart when he thought about it on a deeper level. Kaleth was clearly distraught, dealing with something scary that neither of them understood, but he wasn't willing to let Mel try to help. Even with a hug or some calming words, which Kaleth seemed to appreciate most of the time.
Mel sighed, putting his head in his hands. He was regretting telling Rayni that he wanted to be alone. She had helped him find Kaleth's apartment again, due to Mel not actually knowing where it was, and had offered to stay with him for a bit, but he'd refused. And that might have not been the best idea, but it was what he was stuck with now.
He couldn't stop thinking about that split second between Kaleth losing control and throwing Mel away with his powers and him teleporting away. He'd felt so scared and lost then, and Mel hated that he couldn't help him deal with this. The idea of Kaleth somewhere out there suffering was making Mel feel physically sick.
The Eternal shook his head and blinked away the tears constantly forming in his eyes. He didn't want to just sit here and feel hopeless, but he had no idea what else he could do right now. And it was killing him.
He dragged himself up to his feet again, feeling too restless and pent up to just keep sitting here. But he wasn't sure where he could go because everything around here would remind him of Kaleth. Despite the fact that now that Mel thought about it, Kaleth hadn't decorated the place that much.
The walls were a deep, soothing shade of orange, which Mel really liked, but it could have been that way when Kaleth had bought the apartment. There were very few pictures hanging from the walls, and those were just framed photos of one cityscape separated into several pieces.
Mel ran his fingers over one of them. He was pretty sure people liked to customize and decorate the places they lived. He sure did, as did all the neighbors he'd ever talked to. Of course, if Kaleth just didn't care, that would be fine, but Mel suspected the real reason was that Kaleth didn't take a lot of time to himself.
Mel sighed, starting to aimlessly wander around the apartment for a moment before something caught his eye. The bathroom door was ajar, which wasn't strange, but the fact that the mirror was cracked definitely was.
He'd seen it just yesterday, and it had been fine. He made his way over to it, running his finger along the cracks. Had Kaleth done this? He must have. Mel looked down, running a hand through his hair. He should have pressed Kaleth about there being something wrong. He had noticed something was off, but he'd just assumed it was stress.
