The Interior

Honestly, I hated his guts. It was as if I was destined to be water and he’d be oil. Don't believe the lies everyone tells you, the lies that state opposites attract. That was absolutely bullshit; he was my opposite but we were nowhere near being attracted to each other…

Every time I was near him, I wanted to rip his throat apart, which I was actually trained to do. I was capable of doing anything.

There was always multiple sides to the story. There was always hidden sides that they did not know off, that were hidden off in the shadows. I was on one of those dark, secret sides and he was on the other. However, we fought for and we believed in different things.

It's funny how we're both warriors but fight for different beliefs. My belief was good but his was horrific. My group was full of fighters to make the sure the world didn't end in chaos, but his was only to make sure it did in fire and ruin.

You’ll only understand if you knew the truth. Let me tell you my story…