Fight

Katya

If I had a penny for my thoughts, I would be filthy richer than I was.

I stood before Ferrara with all of my shields dropped at his feet, the urge to come clean seeping into my system.

Ferrara took a step closer to me, covering the distance between us and standing at an angle which placed the rays of the sun peeping in through the window on him.

His expressions were clearer now, his pupils more livid, his muscles rippling with anger.

"You fucking wanna know why I stayed away, or why I wouldn't use your name, Katya? It is goddamn difficult for me to play this game of civility when all I burn to do is shove a bullet through the head of my own best friend and shoot his brains out, for daring to be in the same room with you, alone."

His voice was dangerous.

But I moved closer, shaking my head, "you...know it's not what you think, right?"

For a moment, when he didn't reply immediately, but kept regarding me silently, I was afraid.

For us.

Of losing him.

Then he broke the silence, ju