Hunter Ambermoon
"I killed him," I confessed my deepest darkest secret, and braced for impact, braced for the rejection to come right after those words were said, but none of that happened. I looked up and saw Elisa. My eyes met hers, and I could see confusion, but also love.
How can she love a man who is this broken? Who has in his conscience the death of his older brother? His blood? I have always tried to patch up the sadness within me with a mask of joy, jokes, and high spirits... but it is a mere mask. In the darkness, at night, the nightmares come, they haunt me, and destroy a bit more of my soul.
"Say something," I mumbled. My self-destructive side pushes her to break me completely, daring her to end things, to kill me and be done with his pain.
"You are hurting," she mumble
