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Titans POV

I laid on my bed, staring at my ceiling as different thoughts raced through my mind. Stretching my hand to the other side of my bed, I could not help but think about Alana. That was where she laid, where we made love, where I professed my love to her continuously every night. Now she was gone.

I sighed and turned my head to the side, staring at my alarm clock. I had decided to come sleep in my room after my encounter with Clara, hoping that the comfort of my bed will carry me to sleep but here I was, eyes wide open and sleep hundreds of meters from where I laid.

Placing my hand on my biceps, I ran my finger over Alana's torn piece of cloth which was still tied to my arm. I felt like letting go off the clothe was letting go of her and I couldn't find the strength to.

"Oh, Alana," I muttered, as if calling her name will cause her to appear beside me once more. If she was with Lucian, I could not help but think about the kind of pain that she would be going through in his han