He felt empty and despaired. He couldn't believe it was over in such a tragic way. He was thrown into sorrowing, secretly wishing he would appear again to mock him and call him a coward for one more time. But the little voice in his head told him he wasn't going to return. He curled his hands into fists. It wasn't supposed to end like this. It was never supposed to end by a stranger, by someone who wasn't part of their endless dance of blades. ®️Book 2 of the «One The Count Of Four» series