Lucien POV
"She hates you." My dull thud meets the punching bag. Rex words torments me, just like arrows aimed at me.
"It's your fault, she hate us both." His snap, starting to break free. Sweat droplet drips from my face and rolls down my chest. My chest rise and fall in a slow rhythm, as I send another punch to the bag.
I don't stop, I punch the bag so fvcking hard that my knuckles turns white. Her tears, her sob, every hurting word that she spill in that moment, haunt me like a plague.
"It's all my fault." I trash at myself.
I try to keep a straight head, but the moment of our kiss engulfs my mind. Her soft subtle lips on mine, the warmth and longing lingering between us. All this cines back, in one violent rush.
I send one last punch to the bag, giving it everything in me. The
