Seeing her hurt. A lot. Not quite as much as freezing someone's hands to the ground and letting them die of frostbite, but it was close.
She still looked exactly the same as he remembered. Okay, that was a lie. Her bright blue hair was no longer messy and sweaty and ruffled from battle; it was combed nice and neatly and held back with a pink headband that really gave an extra touch to it. There were no visible scratches on her body and she seemed very healthy. Her lips weren't blue; they had pink lip gloss on them.
But most of all, she was wearing a pair of black fingerless gloves that covered the frostbite scars. And that hurt too.
Then she moved and he saw the boy she was with. The boy reached over and took her hand. As if he knew what was under the glove, he kissed it softly and smiled at her. She blushed to her ears, the way she did when she was falling in love, he knew, and tried to smile back. But then she caught sight of him.
Her icy glare cut him deep, but it melted, as if she could see the pain on his face, the jealousy. She probably could. He would have thought it would be visible.
Then he stopped and thought. Didn't she deserve this? He'd killed her not once, but twice. She deserved someone who wouldn't do that.
He mouthed the words, "Be happy."
He'd never know if she'd said, "I will," or, "You too," but he turned away. He was going to leave her alone and move on with his life. He thought that if he deserved anything, it was to move on. And he did. He ignored all those pictures of her, pretended he didn't worry whenever a battle took place, and acted like he didn't know where she went to school.
Still, Zoisite couldn't get that look of pity Endymion gave him as he walked away from Mercury out of his head.
I do have stories that aren't depressing somewhere in my brain! I swear! Well, I wrote this out quickly just to let you know that I'll be working hard on the next updates for everything. I have pink eye so I get the day off, but my eye is in a lot of pain, so I can't stay at the computer too long.