FLAW: FORTY-FOUR

ALEX POV

I found myself sitting in a chair surrounded by a vast expanse of white. It looked familiar to me. The walls were unrecognizable, with no shadows or dark shades to emphasize them. Even the shadow of my chair seemed nonexistent.

In front of me stood a boy who resembled my younger self. He wore his usual clothes given to him by his parents. He had a typical look, a hint of anger and displeasure whenever I talked to him. He was my Alter, the manifestation of my conscience. Due to an experiment, our conscience was allowed to manifest a metaphysical body.

"What do you want now?" he asked with a tone of irritation.

"Sometimes, I just can't understand you," I replied. My alter showed a questioning look, as if asking how and why I said those words. "Yesterday, you were almost in tears because I didn't visit you, and now it seems like you want to drive me away."

"Tsk," he mocked as he looked away from me. Since I needed his help, I sighed in defeat and humility.