I saw her, thin and dirty and uncomfortable and in an excruciating amount of pain. And all I wanted to do was stop it. To do something to help ease it because seeing her like this was driving me insane.
More so than usual.
And what do I get for forgetting she is the enemy? What did I get for feeling sorry for my target?
I get put in a perfect take down, kicked in the f u c k i n g chest and dragged down a crashing, sharp river.
For nearly half an hour.
Still, I never lose sight of her. Still, I kept her in my sights for the entirety of it.
So I see it all.
I see her determination. I see her hope.
I saw how hard she was pushing herself, intent on running away from me.
But it only makes me want to chase her even more. It only makes me want to catch her and prove to her that th
