White knuckling the bedsheet, I watch him bleed me dry of my sanity and self-control. He drives his sword deep, and I fall to my knees on our battlefield, staring up at his blood-streaked face. I should have known all along that I stood no chance against him. Not in a world where emotions are foreign concepts and nothing more than learned behavior for me. Yet this guy, this broken, ruined guy, makes me want to lose this war between us. Even if only for this moment.
