Thirty One

I was in the living room on the second floor. Sitting on the sofa while holding my hand anxiously.

What's wrong with today? Why do I find so many bad luck?

I press my head with my hands, and close my eyes so the image of Rhysand's bruised face fills my head.

I've been here thirty minutes, waiting for them. Somehow I waited for one of them to meet me, I don't know. But at least I wanted to ask one of them the reason they were fighting.

Is it because of me?

Or something else?

Or because of another woman?

I sighed as the throbbing in my head that seemed like yesterday came back. I was about to lie down on this couch, but I heard footsteps. And I opened my eyes.

I stood up when I found Jordan. He looked disorganized, there were bloodstains on his white t-shirt and his face was bruised. But the look in his eyes that landed on me was gentle and caring, just like the Jordan I'd seen.

"Jordan." I called him. I desperately held back the tears that threatened to come out. "Are you okay?" I drew