The next two days feel odd, to say the least. Without Eros by my side, it feels like a part of me is missing. I keep thinking about how he's doing and I'm sure it's written all over my face, because my friends look at me with pity all the time. Wonderful.
I'm not the one they should feel sorry for. The Undefined ones are doing much worse right now, locked up all by themselves, like it's their fault, they were born this way. It angers me so much, that I even beat Elena at every training we have without Eros. We have to fight outside, as the Professors don't let anyone into the Amphitheatre, while the Undefined ones are locked underground. My best friend keeps praising me, but I don't feel like celebrating yet. Not until I throw Flora to the ground and make her unable to stand up again.
