Chapter 5. Underground-2

I remember going into auto-pilot for the rest of the night, forcing myself to save some energy for our ventures in Greyfort. I remained in the office, refusing to go to an empty bed. It's not the same without that familiar, woodsy scent that I had grown accustomed to. So I wait patiently for the glistening sunrise, choosing to pass the time by packing weapons and double-checking maps, followed by phone calls to check all the last-minute preparations for our plan have been completed. Hector's declaration billows through my mind repetitively, clouding my thoughts. I should have known. I should have sensed this change in our relationship. My love for Dante had skewered my perception; I simply didn't think it would be possible for anyone to voluntarily like me. Dante is the only one for us. "He was. Until he turned his back on us, Wolfy." I whisper, rearranging some of my make-up. "Or have you forgotten what he did to us?" We all make mistakes. Nobody is perfect..