Natasha's POV
The night sky has always been beautiful. I loved looking at the stars. When I was younger but as I look into the night sky right now. The sky is blank. Just a dark blue sky. Nothing worth looking at anymore. I sat up leaning against the balcony rail. The wind pushes my untamed hair back. I curse into the air. Leaving my room.
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I open the big oak doors. The training room was empty. Unlike earlier. All the guards are gone. It's like a big empty void as I walk over to the punching bags. I look over to the shelf where the hand wraps lay. Wanting to feel my bare fist against punching bag I turn around and start to continuously punch the bag. Letting my thoughts fill my head.
