WARNING: There can be triggering moments in this chapter that talks about death. Please proceed with caution.

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Zoe's P.O.V

It was silent.

It was the type of silence that was filled with tension, it seeped into your very bones and made you unsettled. I leaned on the wall, the carrot throwing glares at me.

The lighting on this hotel room wasn't that good but it was enough that I could see the fury that was drawn on Tyrone Adler's face, his jaw clenched and eyes turning a dark shade of anger.

We were in the hotel that he's been staying in, a medium size bed was pushed up in a corner with a nightstand next to it. A cabinet was on the other corner and door that leads to the bathroom next to it, his gym bag thrown carelessly on the floor.

"Why?" He asked, his dark eyes pinning me on the wall.

When Jett saw Tyrone, Reaper, and I together walking towards him, his face was something that looked like he'd just seen a ghost.

Jett mouthed a 'fuck, I'm dead' to me when Tyrone wasn't looking. He wanted me to return Jett's hoodie and cap to him before we left to his hotel.

It took a little while longer for us to get back to the entrance since there were a few men who stopped us and tried to talk to Tyrone.

Keyword, tried.

Reaper parted ways with us on the entrance of Rimborsi while Jett made sure to leave his number on my phone just in case.

I already texted my mom on the car that I'm gonna have a sleepover at Eliki. I'm such a liar, please don't this at home.

I shrugged, avoiding his gaze."You weren't answering my calls and messages."

We all know it was more than that but I know he already knows that, he just wants it to hear it come out of my mouth.

"That's not a valid reason for you to throw yourself in that place filled with dangerous men Zoe, they could've taken advantage of you if they wanted." He snapped, his jaw clenching.

I felt my heart drop at the fact that he once again called me Zoe, he tends to do that when he's angry at me or not in the mood. Its usually the radish nickname that slips out of his mouth.

My temper rose, throwing a glare of my own."It's a fucking valid reason if said friend isn't even sensible enough to answer a fucking message if he's alive or not!" I shot back.

Besides, I thought there was something more deeper that ran between us? I thought, my lips pulling in a frown.

The anger in his face didn't even waver."I'm not entitled to reply to your messages every single time you text me Zoe." He said, a scowl on his lips.

I felt my glare falter, hurt invading my system at the words that left his mouth. I could feel something clog on my throat, the feeling of wanting to cry entering my system.

I guess, he was indeed being an absolute asshole and ignoring me.

"You're not but the least you could do is answer one of them and letting me know you're okay." I replied, making sure my voice was firm and strong.

I didn't want him to see the turmoil that his words are causing me. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much he can hurt me.

"Well, I'm alive Zoe. I'm fucking safe but we both know that even if I replied, you still would've went there after finding out the truth." He stated, running a frustrated hand through his hair.

I snorted, rolling my eyes."Of-fucking-course Tyrone, that's not something I would deny. Why are you even fighting? Why are you doing this to yourself? Look at you, your covered in bruises and your knuckles are fucking bleeding!" I pointed out, my hands gesturing to it.

Tyrone had his hair in a wet tousled mess from the shower, his pink lips were in a angry scowl. The firm muscles underneath his white shirt were tense.

He appeared unbothered but I knew he was in pain from the way he would pause a few seconds to gather his breath or the fact that his bandaged knuckles were bleeding.

"You wouldn't even understand if I told you." He snapped, his eyes hardening.

"You're fucking wrong," I angrily said."I would've done something to make myself understand. I would do my best to understand you because that's the kind of person I fucking am."

Tyrone scoffed."It's because I thrive on the pain of others Zoe. Seeing their pain lessens the anger and pain that burdens in my own heart. Fighting them is a way of redeeming myself from this bullshit that binds in my very soul."

I felt my expression drop, his words strucking me by surprise. I knew it from the moment I saw those dark smile of his from earlier but hearing him actually say it was a totally different feeling.

This was what he's been feeling inside of him all along? Indeed he had moved on but the scar of the past still remained evident as he stood there in front of me.

"Now tell me Zoe, would you still understand me despite how fucked up this all is?" Tyrone asked, his voice cold.

My lips formed in a grim line."I would but there's so many ways you could get rid of that Tyrone, you don't have to do this to yourself or to others." I explained, a certain plead in my voice.

"You don't think I didn't try before? I did every fucking activity that could help me and this is my last resort Zoe. There's no other way." Tyrone threw his hands up, his hands falling into fists.

"And then what Tyrone? You would fight until someone would beat you half to death? And then what? Do you think it'll make that anger or pain of yours vanish?" I angrily said.

There's always another way, violence isn't worth it. A temporary satisfaction that would run through you for a moment and then what?

You would only end up feeling guilt and your mind would come up with thoughts on how you could've handle it better.

"If death is the solution to free myself from this fucking pain and fucked up world then I'll gladly accept it." Tyrone said, staring straight into my eyes.

This time, I couldn't stop the tears from welling up. The thought of him throwing his life so carelessly made my heart clench painfully.

Was the pain and anger really that bad that he would choose death?

"How could you even say that?" I said, a tear sliding down."How could you say that to me? To someone who treasures your fucking existence. Your whole-being." I uttered, hurt evident in my voice.

Tyrone's expression drop, his jaw clenching even further that I could almost hear his molar grinding against one another.

Silence fell again on us, tears still sliding down my cheeks. My heart constricted painfully as he stood there, his eyes not giving away what he actually felt.

It wasn't like me to let anyone see me cry but his words struck like a dagger. I wrapped an arm around my stomach, as if to hide some of the vulnerability I was portraying.

"I understand that its not easy living in this fuck up world and your life might not matter to you but," I bit my lip, fighting back a sob.

My nose was starting to clog up and I hastily wipe my tears away, it didn't even matter because it was just a continuous cycle.

"But your life matters to me, to your friends, to your family Tyrone and hearing you say that fucking breaks my heart." I cried, my voice cracking up in the end.

Remorse flashed in his eyes and before I knew it, he was walking up to me. I immediately took a step back and was met by the cold wall.

Tyrone stopped in front of me and he was so close that I could feel the warmth he was emitting.

The warmth that I wanted to bask myself in, the warmth that I missed. I thought we were doing okay, I thought he was okay.

I didn't want to meet his eyes and opted to close my eyes instead. Tyrone lifted a hand and cupped my cheek gently, his thumb brushing the tears that still managed to escaped my eyes.

My breathing hitched for a moment when I felt him lean down and pressed a soft kiss on both my puffy eyelids.

"I'm sorry Zoe. I'm sorry for getting mad. I'm sorry for raising my voice. I'm sorry for making you cry. I'm so sorry for breaking your heart, I didn't mean to." He wrapped an arm around me, my cheek meeting the soft fabric of his shirt.

I remained silent, digging my face into his shirt. I brought one of my hand up to fist his shirt tightly while I tried to reel my tears in.

"It's just I have so much anger and pain inside of me that I don't know what to do. I don't want to hurt anybody because of it, that's why I started fighting." He said, resting his chin on top of my head.

"The fighters know what they're signing up to and I guess, I took that as an opportunity to give my demons what they want in exchange for the temporary peace that my mind and heart wants." Tyrone tightened his hold on me, his hand gently rubbing my back.

It seems that an ear is just what Tyrone needed and my eyes gently fluttered closed, fatigue creeping up to me.

"Don't let it control you Tyrone. I know it isn't easy but you have to conquer it because you can never have true peace with that in you," I hoarsely said, resting some of my weight on him.

I truly believe that negativity is something that should be placed on the outside and not on the inside, trying to better yourself and uplifting your mental state is a top priority that you should participate in.

There will be no change as long as you let it sit by, if you know you can do something about it then do it and do your best.

It ain't gonna be easy but there are people around you that would help you along the way and remember that's its okay to let them pick you up sometimes.

I felt him nod."I've been trying but I'll try harder. This time, I won't do it for myself but for us instead." He promised and the weight that I felt from earlier lifted.

Trying is better than nothing at all and I knew at that moment that no matter what happens, I'll always be there to give him the hope that he can't seem to find in this fucked up world.