" You're so stupid, why do you have to do this? How could you leave me like this... " He whispered as he stared at the hand he was holding, not daring to look at Lucius's face.
He closed his eyes as he sobbed, ' I love you, you know? '
Days passed, the burying site for everyone from the small town of Naf was finished and they immediately came back to the castle. Andre returned to his usual cold and indifferent face, he trained at every hour he can and sleep less.
He keep swinging his sword, practicing again and again and again. He can't stop because if he did, the despair of losing Lucius would eat him up. He became more and more ruthless to his self and didn't stop to rest, he wanted to quickly, quickly avenge Lucius and follow him...