8. The Twins

Arthur’s POV:

I was burning.

With a lot of different emotions that I couldn’t even hope to explain. He didn’t have the right. And the way she had looked at him? Almost as if he had hung the moon. She used to always look at me like that, I still had many pictures that proved it, but now whenever she looked at me, her eyes were filled with anger. I didn’t know how to deal with that and I hated it so much.

But I hated seeing her look at Stephen the way she did even more.

I watched as the warriors trained the newer recruits and although everything in me yearned to go over and join them, especially since the majority of then were having difficulties landing very simple techniques but I was too angry if move from my car. I heard Stephen’s bike from almost a mile away and my fists clenched and unclenched by themselves.

Soon I watched as he pulled into the parking lot with his boyish smile that was almost permanent painting his lips and lighting up his face. Everything in me wanted to go