I thought long and hard about Mikhail in the four days since he left me with his accomplice. In all these times, I imagined what I would say to him. I thought I might hide upon seeing him. I thought rage would consume me and make me attack him blindly. What I did not count on was the sadness that made my bones ache.
I thought long and hard about him. Without the use of my body, my mind truly sharpened. I thought more, I thought hard and I thought deep. The prevalent emotion I felt was anger but as he walked towards me with a familiar burning in his eyes. I felt the anger melt away.
"What happened to you?" He growled, pushing Lucille out of the way. His hand rested on my shoulder and my fist punched into his stomach of its own accord.
“O – Oh –“ I stepped back when he doubled over, ha
