Chapter 93

Kyle sat on the floor of the crater, his hands coated in drying blood. His chest heaved, each breath a jagged scrape against his lungs. The silence that followed the violence was heavier than the combat itself. In the quiet, the memories he had spent years burying began to surface, unbidden and sharp. He hadn't had many close friends growing up. He was the kind of person who kept the world at a distance, a trait that had solidified long before the system ever arrived. But there had been Wesley. Wesley...