MC Diaries: A Garmau Story - Book 2

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A/N - You guys ready for an emotional rollercoast- ...

OKAY, I'M SORRY. I HAVEN'T WRITTEN HERE IN YEARS.
1) I'm not gonna give an excuse, I'm just a terrible author.
2) Due to recent changes in the plot of MCD, I'm going to skip some time, keep my OC in there, and make it so that a few things are different. For the sake of things, we'll pretend that Lilith isn't in there since I have things planned.
3) This will be formatted the way I want it to be, since my new books that have yet to be published are formatted this way and I've been writing in them for a while.

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[Garroth's PoV]

Everything was fine... more or less. Aaron was long gone, and Will had returned from the Irene Dimension. I'd reunited with Vylad, and Aphmau, along with Anya...

Well, at least Zane was now 100% gone.

Aphmau had been with Anya for the past two weeks, helping her through the loss.

Why?

It's been months now. Anya and Aaron's relationship had bloomed over the course of that time, and they had become lovers. It was sweet really, and they'd all made friends with the little group of girls that helped each other every so often.

What I didn't know was what happened whilst Aphmau and the girls comforted Anya.

[Aphmau's PoV]

I had been letting Anya stay at Garroth and my house for a while now, as her house was under construction back at the new Phoenix Drop.

Oh dear Irene. I realize something.

"Anya, do you know who Will is?"

She had been sniffling and muffling her sobs for the last day. Nonetheless, she shook her head.

"I... think you'd like to meet him one day."

She sniffed once, and there was a silence.

"How about now?"

I was surprised at how weak and ragged her voice was.

I nodded slowly and backed away, turning to open the door.

[Anya's PoV]

Aphmau sneaked out the door. I felt bad now, since she was such a nice person... but I did it anyway.

I grabbed Aaron's old sword leaning on the wall, and smashed open the window behind it. I ran.

And I ran.

And I ran some more. Right out the Phoenix Drop gates where the wild growth of the forest lay.

I was dragging the dark, purple-obsidian sword the whole way.

I had nothing else to take my anger out on.

I breathed heavily, my eyes watering as I swung the sword as hard as I could. The loud, CRACK! of a tree could be heard. I swung it again, harder and harder as I felt my hands start to blister. All alone, standing in a clearing, I swung the sword, back and forth, left and right, to my heart's content.