I was a lost cause, my best solution was to escape? Running away. That is until I was almost beaten to death. He saved me from nearly dying, but am I really dying on the outside? On the other hand, his rival saved me from dying on the inside. Why is it that everything that feels so wrong.....feels so right..

"Was it all a lie?" I questioned him. He looked away and I just sigh. "What's it going to take for you to understand that I do love you? That I care for you? That I'm only doing this for your safety?" He spoke. "I don't know." I whispered. He caressed my cheek forcing me to look at him. "Well maybe this would help." He said as he leaned in.