Chapter 81: Violet

I hugged my knees to my chest, moving my toes, feeling the grains of sand scratch the skin between them.

"We haven't really talked much since what happened," Danté gazed into the horizon, where the sun was just about starting to touch the ocean. The wind - which was a little more than a breeze - picked his hair up, gently whipping it against his forehead. 

His eyes narrowed with emotion for a second before he continued his sentence. "You know, after what that Cross bastard did."

I swallowed down the conflicting emotions erupting from my chest. "Yeah."

His Adam's apple bopped and he squeezed his eyes shut once, before turning to me. His eyes was unmasked from any false acting. I could see the real Danté through them - the man that cared more than he let on. "How are you doing? Are you still in pain?"

I wasn't in any physical pain anymore, so I shook my head softly. "No, I'm not in any pain."