I was going to the fighting arena again. I felt like a f*****g coward doing it but the uneasiness was too much for me to cope. I tried to be strong and calm for Magenta but it was aching to see her in pain and living a life with Charlotte all over again.
Losing someone breaks you, scars you in a way that you will never heal. The little things remind you of them and there is a sudden scary realization that they will never come back, you will never see them again, ever. Never hear the sound of the voice or feel the touch and the tiniest possibility of losing Magenta was killing me from within.
I was already scarred, Magenta was reopening those wounds which was even more painful.
But I will never tell her that because even without saying the guilt was evident in her eyes, those eyes that
