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Ace's POV

My fist collided with the punching bag; All you could hear was the thud of my fist against the bag, echoing throughout the room. This is how I decided to release my anger when I was younger. Having the weight of the world on your shoulders is exhausting, mentally and physically.

Not to mention the fact that I never sleep.

I sat on the floor, taking a sip from my water bottle. "She's not dead" Dante announced as he strutted in with an unimpressed look on his face. "What?" I questioned confused, already worked up from my workout session. "Sofia, she's not dead, if anything she's very much alive" Dante grumbled before he handed me some pictures.

She was standing on a balcony and she seemed to be upset. But then....... in the second one, Haze had his arms around her and she was leaning into him. "How...." I was speechless, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Finally, in the last photo, she was asleep in his arms. She had done it, she had left and wasn't looking back; She was h