"we're all killers. we've all killed parts of ourselves to survive. we've all got blood on our hands, something somewhere had to die so we could stay alive."
saige used to think the worst thing that could happen was the football captain not liking...
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3 months later Asher's POV
Saige and I haven't spoken to each other in 33 days.
I watched her effortlessly kill people. Watched her ignore their pleas. Watched her do things I couldn't even bear to speak of again. Even think about.
The worst part is what I knew what she was feeling and what was going through her head because I, too, had done horrid things. I couldn't bear to watch her hurt, even the lack thereof hurt written across her face when she killed someone, it tore me apart.
We ran out of water about almost a week ago. We only had three crackers left. It hasn't rained in weeks, the weather had started to get warmer. We were struggling. Hardly making it through the day without collapsing.
Saige had been determined not to show any weakness.
Even though she tried to hide it, I could see her staggering a bit after walking for a few hours. I could see her breathing heavily as she stayed ahead of me. She was becoming weak and tired, but she wouldn't rest when she needed to. Wouldn't sleep for longer even when she could.
It completely broke my heart that she was hurting the way she was. Even if she thinks she wasn't feeling anything, she was hurting all at once that she was so numb from putting herself through anymore pain.
I had tried to reach her. Remind her what she's done for me, how much I love her but it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to remind her how much she meant to me.
Harry was the only one that could reach her and she knew that. I knew that. Hell, Harry knew that.
When he left, it pushed her over the edge. She was waiting for him to save her. She wanted him to tell her that he loved her, that he needed her, but he didn't. Instead, he left her.
It was obvious that they felt very deeply about each other. If not loved. Saige knew that if Harry had stayed then he would have saved her. He would have been the one that kept her from falling down the dark hole she threw herself into.
She hated that she put him through something like that. I mean, she scared the daylights out the poor Brit. I probably could have brought her back to her life if he hadn't left. If she hadn't ran him away.
We recently had decided to go to Sanctuary 33.
It wasn't something we planned on doing. I didn't want new people in my life, I don't think she should even be around any new people. We were too weak to live on our own forever. Too dangerous to live with other people.
We were running out of supplies very quickly. We were weak, too weak to fight if someone came along. Too weak to run from Z's.
But, I didn't have a choice. She was going anyways, with or without me.
When I was on watch, I'd just look at her.
Admire her face without the angry, harsh lines surrounding her lips and eyes. The frown lines on her forehead nowhere to be seen. Her eyes closed so I couldn't see the harsh darkness in her eyes. She looked peaceful. Like she used to look.
I loved her. I loved who she used to be. I loved her now, but it was hard to accept who she was. The one thing I feared that would happen had happened.
The world had broken her. Broken her smile. Broken her heart.
Harry had turned her into a monster. I had turned her into one.
Her cuts that awful man had given had healed up. I could still see her trying to hide them.
That's one of the reasons why I had been so upset when she got hurt. I knew there would be scars. And I knew that every time she saw them, she'd be reminded of what he did to her.
She stopped in front of me, examining a house before nodding to me. That meant we were settling down for the night.
She took first watch as I holed myself up in one of the bedrooms upstairs, hiding underneath the thick duvet covers.
