“Bullseye!” The guard yelled, waving the flag. I picked another arrow, attached it to the bow, and pulled.
All the simmering emotions from last night flooded into my head in a mad rush. It's the most hellish night I've had in the last two years.
More hellish because I had Elena so close and yet, I was fighting every urge not to get any f*****g close to her.
I pulled. It hit the target.
“Bullseye!” The guard waved the flag again.
I picked another. This was a sick way of trying to distract my mind. To keep the thoughts in my head from driving me nuts.
I aimed for the target again. But her face flashed in my eyes, forcing out a grunt from me. I lowered the bow, taking seconds to catch my breath.
Escaping from my thoughts wasn't helping. Maybe embracing them would. So f**k it, wh
