Axel felt that something was amiss.
"Who is it?" He asked, voice deep with suspicion.
"Husband...?"
And when the voice called, he couldn't help but get goosebumps. That familiar yet unfamiliar way of calling him. Sweet-sounding, yet cold at the same time. A tone that, although it felt as if it was overflowing with emotion, exposed none at all.
"...Christine..."
He called out, the name almost feeling stuck to his throat.
His previous "wife."
"Yes, it's me, husband."
Christine answered affirmatively from beyond the door.
Axel's limbs trembled uncontrollably. Various emotions swirled in his heart until he lost track of them.
Was he angry? Sad? Lonely? Happy? Enraged? He couldn't even tell.
All he knew was that, despite having a lot of things he wanted to say, his mouth refused to open. Unnaturally so—as if he was having a PTSD episode, causing his jaw to lock in place.
