Matthias carried me away from the place where Nessa had locked me up to torture me. To protect me, and cover me from my half nudity, she covered me with a blanket that she stole from Nessa.
Matthias is silent the whole time, staring right to our path without sparing me a glance. He couldn't make himself look at me. He can't see me in this state.
I tried my best to keep myself awake, trying my best to keep my eyes open. My blood smeared his body and coated his hands. My back didn't stop dripping from blood.
"Matthias," I spoke his name softly. I know he is blaming himself for what happened.
Sure, Nessa wouldn't do that if she wasn't crazy in love with him, but I would have left that place unscathed. If only I kept my mouth shut.
I hate seeing Matthias blaming himself for something that
