Mason's P.o.v Everything hurts---Quite literally. My body aches from the weight of my own emotions, pressing down on me until the claustrophobia hits. The air turns thick and stagnant in my lungs. There were moments when I had convinced myself I had some semblance of control. I was now beginning to realize, I never had control. The illusion of control kept me sane for so long, and it's absence was tearing me apart. i shuffled through the thundering club, keeping my eyes glued to Breyona. I refused to look at the dancing couples--Refused to acknowledge the smell of lu*t and s*x in the air. It was all too painful, resurfacing images I had spent a year trying to forget. I refused to look back at Lola---Ignoring the insane urge that always came over me when she was around. Lola---A little bundle of fire and spice, but her heart was still pure. She hadn't known it at the time; but the first time we trained together, my heart was hers. I never expected to feel that particular emotio
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2020-11-27
