CHAPTER 102

XAVIER'S POV

"Hey! You said I wouldn't have to train. I am not touching a weapon."

I was standing in Luco's personal training room. The walls were filled with guns I had never seen or even heard. A few that I could recognize were 'baby guns' in Luco's words. I couldn't believe I had let him talk me into this. If only I wasn't too tired from staying up the whole night. 

I could never sleep in an unfamiliar place. The only time I had done so was in Ophelia's bed that night; the night I peeked into her diary and we had our first ever fight.

It's funny how you the memories are a beautiful reminder until that person is there with you. But when the person's gone and the only thing you have of them are their memories, then they swallow you into this nostalgic storm. 

A tornado you don't know how to get out of. 

But you don't see it as a tornado. Because those memories were once the oxygen that kept you alive.