It happened again. Walking up that morning bloodied but the blood wasn't his. His shirt ripped but it was the opponent within that he tangled with. Rain had fallen the night before but it couldn't wash away all his secrets. Every transformation was like death and the next time he felt that he couldn't survive it. He would choose not to.
Although he lived with the guilt he never could remember. But he was done. He was done with all the pain that haunted him and everyone else around him. He didn't need anyone, not even Chloe. As much as he loved her what could she do? He had to remind her that her loyalties didn't need to lie with him. He had to make her see.
The sight of blonde curls around a corner made him bolt. But it wasn't Chloe. It was just some random woman just walking home from work.