Current location:	my room
Current mood:	creative
Current music:	Sweetest Thing, by U2

Kyriandre smacked Azrylle on her arm.

“Fight for him, Az! If you don’t, you’ll never forgive yourself.”

Even though she rolled her eyes at the fairly trite nature of Kyriandre’s advice, she knew that it was true now. Deep down she understood that she shouldn’t bleed herself dry for a lost cause, but she also didn’t intend to give up too easily. A lump formed in her throat when she thought of the last look Maleon gave her before he walked away. When Kyriandre saw the slight change in her composure, she offered a squeeze of her hand for reassurance. Azrylle lifted her eyes to meet Kyriandre’s as she strengthened her resolve.

“I’ll get him back, Kyrie. I will.”