Jace FINALLY told Vesta and myself to go have a day for rest. While Vesta decided to spend the day reading up and training, I lounged in my bed staring
at the ceiling. My hand unconciously went up to the little vile that hung around my neck.
"..." I sighed and closed my eyes. "Milo..." If only I had been stronger that time.. Why did I have to look at this like a game. He tried to warn me but I
just wouldn't listen. I should have been the one to die, not Milo. He died because I was f***ing around.
I got up and sat on the edge of the bed and put my face in my hands. He didn't have to die...part of me still wishes I never found that guy that started
all of this. Then it would be just like normal. Milo and me just chillin out eating pizza while he piles in the money. I could feel the tears roll down my face
as I was lost in thought. But the thing that I hate the most about myself is, even though I have all of this regret... If I could do it again... I would make
the same choices...