Ryder
The phone slips to the floor and I can't help the suffocating feeling absorbing me. I put my hand on my heart and try to contain the pain of what seems like a thousand cuts washed with alcohol.
I begin hyperventilating as I fall off the couch, on to the cold tile floor.
Why would she say that?
I don't need you.
No, no.
I said yes.
Stop, don't lie.
I'm breaking up with you.
"I don't want to hear it!"
There's a reason. I know there is. But those words still cut so deep. She couldn't have meant it. She loves me, she's doing this to protect me again, keeping me in the dark.
I can't sit around and do nothing this time.
I have to go to her. I have to go alone, the men aren't for war yet and I can't let them die meaningless deaths. Not after having them train so hard for this
