Sevika was welcomed home by the sound of groaning- and heaving.

Then she saw you- her enemy, breathing erratically, hunched over on her porch. Your frame was shuddering with the extent of your wounds, highlighted by scarlet red pools seeping through the fabric of your shirt. You were injured.

You looked up, your eyes peeking through the strands of hair and your expression morphed into something akin to desperation.

“I didn’t know where else to go.” you huffed defiantly clearly unwilling to admit it.