Sixty-One: Sofia Is Gone.

“Ah”

“Take it easy” Cynthia whispered beneath her breath as she wiped the bleeding surface across Theodore’s broken nose. He held up an ice to his forehead and one could tell by his groans how much immense pain that he was in. Cynthia soaked a flannel and cleaned up his wounds while he sat with his back against the wall.

“I fucked it up. Didn’t i?” He suddenly broke the silence after some time and Cynthia heaved a deep breath. She didn’t speak the first time, not until he continued. “Today was yet another opportunity for me to ruin everything as i didn’t hold back” He scoffed.

“You can hate me, Cynthia. You don’t have to do this—it’s okay for you to hate me. God i even hate me too” His eyes became shimmering in a second and she dipped the flannel into the water before pausing for a bit.

“I don’t hate you, Theo” She said.

“Well everyone does. You might as well just join. I’ve been nothing more than rude to you so it’s explainable really” He rolled his eyes to the back and she smothered