*Paige POV*
A grim smile forms on my lips under the full-faced helmet. I am thankful for the helmet because that smile must look truly terrifying with this makeup. I pull the tinted visor down, I try to stop the tears from blurring my vision.
I've lost my only friend.
Does it matter much? I have lost everything else, what is another little thing?
For the first time in my life, I consider just killing Cole and leaving someone else to lead. Maybe I am destined to be alone. I am not sure that I am fit to lead. I wreck everything I touch.
I shake my head, clearing away all those poisonous thoughts.
Good, now that that little bit of joy and warmth I felt is gone. All that remains is hatred. That is all I need to fuel myself. I don’t need love and hope, I don’t need light. I have surv
