“It might be easy to act, but not me. I can’t do this.” He snarled, pulling away and sitting up, wearing his shirt roughly while she was trying to register what just happened. “Zadicus?” She asked, holding her hand out to him, but he slapped it away. She didn’t understand what was going through his mind. But what remained for a long time burst now and she was perplexed about what initiated it, not knowing it was her. “Enough, Persephone.” He hissed, facing his back to her. “What happened? Did I do something wrong?” She asked innocently, pulling him childishly from behind. “Just leave. I want to be alone.” He said, frustration dripping from his words, not facing her. “Zadicus? What happened?” She asked, pulling his shirt more, curling her lips downward. “The problem is you are the only person I cannot fight!” Raising his voice, he slapped her hand away, darkness surrounding him. “I cannot continue like this, Love you behind the shadow and be the enemy before the world. You can
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