The Blackthorn's *Short Stories*

Broken (Spoilers from LoS)

Julian sat in the training room. Alone. He was meant to train but he couldn't bring himself to do so.

He was tired. Exhausted. But he couldn't sleep without hearing her voice, without seeing her. He could hear Alec as well. He felt helpless, like it was his fault. He should've been armed. There was no need for her to rush to bring him a weapon. He knew he shouldn't have brought her to testify.

Julian placed his head in his hands, trying to get the picture out of his head.  It's been five months since she died. No. Since she was murdered.

"She was only fifteen!" Julian screamed as he stood up and threw his sword at the wall. He crumpled back to the ground, pulling at his hair. He refused to cry. He refused to go through this again. He could only imagine how Ty was feeling. How he wasn't able to help is younger brother because he didn't know how it felt to have a twin.

Little did he know, Livia was in the room behind him. She let out a soft sob. "I'm alright Julian." She placed her hand on his shoulder.

At that, Julian broke down.