Emily’s POV“We have a communication center”“What does that it even mean” I asked Luke wondering what this was about for the thousandth time since he had gotten me here.““Well, we call it an ‘communication center’ because it is where people get to talk to Maya, she's some sort of therapist and I think you might need to see her” . He answered. My eyebrows raised and I could feel my eyes bulging out of their sockets in shock. This wasn't something I expected him to admit and when he saw my expression he immediately added "It could help in easing up the stress and everything”“I don't think I need to talk to anybody” I told him, knowing there was no way I was ever going to tell any strangers about what happened. Luke looked at me as if he understood and as if he was feeling sorry for me. I hated him for doing that. I turned around to face the window that faced the ocean. As far as the eye could see the blue waves were crashing onto the shore. It looked so peaceful and relaxing that

Luka’s POVI took out my anger on the files lying helplessly on the table, I took out my anger on my closets, I took out my anger on punching the walls, I took out my anger on anything and everything that came in my way. It didn't matter how much I punched it; no matter how hard I kicked it; all I had to do was think about the fact that she's left me again before I could even feel it.Someone else left me.It felt so good to feel something at all, as though someone else's emotions hadn' really been mine until now. My chest hurt from breathing but also from screaming so loudly, my voice sounded raw and hoarse and nothing like the smooth, rich baritone I always thought it would be.But this pain wasn't enough to keep the rest of the world away, because they were just going back inside their heads anyway, just like everything else. I'd heard that somewhere or another a person can drown themselves by drowning all their problems with too much coffee and not enough water.She didn't love me.

Luka’s POV“Are you alright Alfred?” I asked after he seemed uncomfortable in the wheelchair.I had taken it upon myself to push him around the castle grounds and into the stables because I was bored and there wasn't much to do around here. It was nice having the company though. I thought it would make him happy as I was not oblivious to the sadness that hung around him like a black cloud at times.His face did not smile often either as it remained an unreadable mask with only his eyes showing that he was still alive.It hurt that I couldn't do anything for him. He was a good person so it shouldn't be this way but...it was hard to understand why. He had loved everyone and everyone loved him. He always smiled for everyone even when they weren't expecting it and even if someone didn't expect it he was still friendly towards them.That's what made him perfect.The goddess should have looked at and pitied him, she should have kept him safe. He wouldn't have been hurt. Not that it should

Emily’s POVI felt energetic as my fist moved against the boxing bag , hitting it rhythmically. It felt like it was the first time I’d ever hit an object in my life, and yet, it seemed like the most natural thing to me. Like it made sense. The way my hands knew what to do without any conscious thought from the rest of my body.Did it mean I had started to get a grip on it?“You need to leave now. Your presence is beginning to irritate me” The red-haired was glaring at me, though there was no actual anger behind her eyes. Her voice sounded as if she wanted to strangle me, but that wouldn’t stop me from continuing to swing a boxing glove in her direction- if I could. “Now…” She hissed at me. She looked about ready to strangle me herself before she sighed and turned away from me. I said nothing. I was trying to catch my breath. I don't know where this energy came from, but it wasn’t going anywhere. There was something inside me that needed to release itself. It felt as if every cell in

Luke’s POVThe months that followed took a tremendous turn on Sara. I watched her grow strong and I watched her stomach grow as well.She was still very much reserved and kept to herself. Sometimes I caught her looking around as if she were expecting someone to jump out and grab her. She was quiet in the mornings when we sat down to breakfast together. I’d often watch her eyes dart about while we drank coffee or talked about our plans for the day ahead. Her hands would occasionally tremble. I knew something was still off.Carolyn seemed to like her, although she'd never admit it but it was different.She was the only one who would talk to Sara freely in front of me without having me blurt out some inappropriate comment or make some joke at her expense. It seemed like I was always the last one to know anything, even though they did tell me things. It's not like they needed any prompting from me; I just liked to listen, you know? And maybe learn a little more about…“Aren't you going