ALEXANDER'S POV

"Would you like to wear the black one or the blue one?" My mom asked me while holding two suits in her hand.

"Choose whatever you want, mom. It's not like these suits are going to make any difference," I said, pissed before going out of the room.

Once I was out of my room, the guilt of talking rudely to my mom washed over me as I hugged her before exiting the corridor. But I can't help it either.

I have been feeling like this for a month now.

It has been exactly a month ...