She had left, completely broken, and I had returned to the one I loved.

Months would pass before I saw her. But when I did, I realized my mistake. I had broken her, broken her past repair.

A girl, the girl meant to be mine and vice versa, was now nobodies. She wanted blood, my blood to be exact.

She wouldn't be leaving without every drop in a jar. She wanted me to suffer, for those months of pain she took to get over me.

I saw her, standing with the rogues.

She would kill me.

Only if I didn't kill her first.