I couldn't find a place for myself the whole day. Doing push-ups for hours didn't tire my restless body even a little bit, so eventually I took the old, worn out mattress from the cot and leaned it over a wall, making a poor excuse for a punching bag. I spend the rest of the day on throwing punch after punch adding a few new ripps to already barely-there fabric.
The next day after breakfast I started with the same, and I couldn't for the love of me understand where did that pent-up anger come from.
Alright, that's a lie. I knew it was because of what her brother told me, but I couldn't understand why it affected me so much. Sasha and I were after all in agreement that we don't want this bond to last longer than it has to, which happens to be until I'm out of this Goddess forgotten place.
Then……
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