You're sparring with your enemy, anger burning in your veins, he frowns, easily dodging you, as you blindly attack him sweat running down your back. He catches your wrist, stopping a punch to his face. “whats wrong?" He demands. He grunts as you land a punch to his gut. “you're violent today, little vixen." he says dodging your next blow. You continue on, even when your limbs get tired and your breath stutters. "Nothing." you grit out. She had lied to you, your own best friend, the one person you thought you could trust, your sister almost. "Liar." he says. “Curse me, punch me, carve your name into my skin if you want to, but I'm not laying another finger on you while your like this." You should've known better. Your shoulders slump in defeat and he lets go of your wrist. Tears prick your eyes as you lean against him, surprised when his arms wrap around you.