"It feels like a part of you dying. Like you did everything, all of those mistakes, all of the blood, sweat, and tears to protect this one person and you [i]failed[/i]. It makes you question whether your life was worth living, or if the gods would've taken you instead. Or.. well something like that." Ivy turns away to start cleaning the kitchen.

"I was born in London but for the past few years I have lived just outside Alexandria with my uncle. What do you like to do in your free time?" Winter's cheeks turn a little pink. She hates small talk, so why was she so insistent on continuing it? [b]'Like you don't know.'[/b]'Please shut up.' [b]'Fine, but only so we can hear what Pretty Boy has to say.'[/b]