"𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩, 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧."
In spite of how painful their backgrounds are, these kids are bound to set the world on fire.
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We never asked...
"Fight like your life depends on it, even if you can't, you have to."
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Yeah... so me explaining my feelings never happened.
Why?
Because as soon as I stepped out of the car, I realized how ridiculous I was being. Crying over Alexei, really? I know I'm better than that, I have to be better than that.
I had to let myself doubt my abilities before I could come to my senses and realize that I can do this. I quickly realized that whatever Alexei has in store, I can handle. He practically raised me to be another version of himself. That was his first mistake. If he had the intentions of beating me, he shouldn't have made me a better him.
I'm still worried about my brothers, that'll never change. I know they're skilled in combat, especially Ares, but they can be easily shaken up. A lot of things can throw them off their game, despite their best efforts to not let anything get to them. I just hope they can start to overcome that. I'd prefer their hearts were still beating after Alexei and his men are dead.
Atlas and I got home a few minutes ago. We were both laying in my bed. He's refused to leave my room until I told him what made me so upset. I'm about to just give in and tell him, though I hate discussing my feelings. I'm still a little too drunk to be awake right now, and he won't let me go to sleep.
"Atlas just shut the fuck up!" I whisper shout, opening my heavy eyes to meet his gaze.
"Then tell me what's wrong so I can help you." He pleaded.
"I don't need your help, just back off."
"You don't have to be so mean about it." He says after a few painful moments of silence.
"You should know by now that being mean is a big part of my personality."
"That doesn't mean you yell at me when all I'm doing is trying to care for you."
"Then stop trying."
"Why are you being like this?" He grabs my hand, rubbing circles on it.
"... I don't know." I muttered weakly.
"Yes you do. Stop lying to me."
"You know I don't like to talk about my feelings so why do you feel the need to pester me about what's going on with me?"
"Because I care about your well being."
"You shouldn't." I whisper to myself. It wasn't intended for him to hear, but I knew he heard it by the way the circling of his thumb on my hand ceased.
