Unwanted. Useless. Stupid. The words rang louder than church bells in your head as you lay out cold. You were the lover to the Hero who left you for dead to stop a train crash.*

When you awoke you found yourself in a lavish bedroom in a bed with silk sheets. The room was full of dark colors and lit with a few candles. You sat up with a pounding headache a voice speaks up

"How you feeling? You took a bad hit to the head"

The voice came from your now ex bf's sworn enemy