XVIII. I want you more than I wanted anyone.

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She walked down the hallway, her mouth in a frown. Looking down.

Her clothes were bloody, some parts even ripped.

She moved around the passerby's and spotted Mikey and Drakken sitting on the benches. One was covering his face in his hands, hair falling down his face.

While the other was glaring at the ground. Both bodies faced the single door.

Mikey noticed her presence.

He immediately got up and punched her.

It knocked a tooth out.

The people who caught the scene gasped, some slowly stood up after a few seconds, some were contemplating if they should call someone.

Her head lowered down from the punch, her hair in shambles. She spat the tooth out. Mikey’s chest fluctuated. Both going face to face with each other. Y/n still facing down, covered.

“You could’ve protected her…” He started. First sentence and his voice were already littered with amounts of anger. A roughness to his tone. Eyes blazing for hers.

When their eyes meet, a flash comes by, striking both of their irises together.

“We can still save her.”

Drakken and Mikey’s head flinched at her voice. It was cold, rough, and like it was used too much.

“She needs us. We need to work together to take down Kisaki. He was the one who created the mess.” She said,

And I should’ve realized that from the start. It was all in front of me, but I ignored those warnings, covering them with my petty little wishes…

Mikey was silent. He did not respond to anything she said. A frown just disarranged on his face.

The eyes, as black as the darkness, have been itching to come out. Y/n knows it wants to come out.

But not this time. Oh, not this time.

She won’t let that happen.

“She’s not dead. I am sure of it. The doctors will do her justice,” she said. “I checked.”

To the scene where they were at the place. It was dark. They were invited inside. Well, she was invited inside.

Emma, unknowingly, was following her from the start.

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