ACE
Breakfast goes by a lot faster than I wanted it too. I don’t have an excuse to avoid this topic. I have the memories from that night inked into my skin, as a constant reminder so I will never forget how their sacrifice gave me a chance for life. That alone is one thing. But to talk about it?
That is a completely different case. I’ve only shared with Silas and Marcel. Sharing this part of my past will bring me into admitting the s**t I’ve done. And honestly, I’d rather leave that closet locked and never approached than to tell Avalon how hard their death hit me. It made fighting in underground liberating. I could feel something. Something besides the emotional pain that was dragging my heart into a pit.
But after each fight, it returned. It's true what they say, nothing is ever real
