Hundred and three

EZRA

I Watched her punch the tree, she didn't feel the pain. Her knuckles peeled but she didn't feel the pain at first. Then I told her to punch it harder, I wanted her to feel more pain and then she did, she winced inwardly and kept her eyes tightly closed. She needed to feel every fucking pain I felt.

I moved backward and watched her punch the tree, punching it harder than I thought she could. Was she keeping her strength before? She was not punching the tree harder, the rough surface was tearing her skin yet she didn't stop.

She was starting to get angry, angry at anything that upset her. When you feel pain, you get angry even about past things. I loved that she was getting the feeling I got them. The regret that I let Vivian die just like that.

She was feeling that exact pain I felt, and I loved it. Yes, I wanted her to feel pain as well.

She kept punching the tree, Ian moved forward to stop him but then I glared at him, it wasn't his business and it would be best if he stayed