“Get up!” The echoes of his frustrated and angered voice bumped into the four walls of the black room with no windows and door, while looking with his dagger eyes towards the man who was already bleeding, lying flat on the ground. “I said Get up, Elio, what the hell? Fight, you asshole.” There was no response from him despite everything that he had said. He was still lying there, not doing anything. His eyes were closed, and his breathing pattern was out of normal, but he still looked so fine even with his bleeding lips, and wounded face. “It’s been two years, man. You need to move forward. We all lost someone important that day, but look at us, we’re coping up. We’re trying.”Elio Freyr let out a little laugh that caused him to cough blood from his mouth. He turned to his left side and pulled himself up with all the strength left within him. “Now you’re laughing. How could you?” He watched him with furrows in between his brows as he run his hand through his hair, tyring to mainta
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