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It's sad when the person you KNOW
became a person you KNEW.

Or the person you thought you know, became a person you thought you knew.

Funny isn't it? How things change? How one event leads up to another then another then you start to lose count of things.

I walked right past the room where Ward is being kept for the hundredth time today.

I kept visualizing him walking towards me and walking past me. I wanted to know thing, I needed to know things.

I wanted to talk to him, the way that we used to, for hours. But at times like this, I can barely even look at him. What would I say?

I blame him for everything, especially for Fitz. Fitz believed in him when nobody did, and he left them to die.

I slide on floor, my back against the metal door the holds my demons. Coulson forbade me to talk to him, but he knew deep inside I can always hack the server if I wanted to.

It's been a month, since I last daw him by the way Being dragged by agents, it was a sight to behold. The Great Ward as they call him. How great he had fallen.

I opened my laptop and decrypt a folder. Inside his picture that I meant to delete. It's the only copy there is, Since I deleted our existence from the cyber world.

I stared at it. Anger swelled on my chest. I vividly remember how he kissed me, held my hand and hug me. It was so out of character, I wanted to laugh.

How could he do this? How can he stomach killing them? How can he be so heartless?

"What am I doing here? Why am I thinking of him? How do I not think of him?" As I mumble the questions on my head, I saw a figure on my right, and I looked up to see May starring down at me.

"Hi" I said closing the laptop. she just smiled at me.

"Keep your self busy" she said offering a hand to me. Did I asked that out loud? "Come on. I'll train you downstairs. And stop thinking out loud"

"What?" Taking her hand.

"You need to keep yourself busy so that you won't think of him" she said pulling me up.

"You sure that's gonna work?" I asked hesitantly.

"Not sure" May said as we walked down the stairs. "But isn't the best way not to get your heart broken is to pretend you don't have one. Keep that in mind."

"Who say's I'm heart broken?" I muttered. As I wrapped the cloth to my hands.

"No one" she looked at me. And motion me to throw a punch at the punching bag.

A month later, I realized.

I kept myself busy, with the things I do, but every time I paused I'll think of him. So I don't. I don't pause at all.

Thank you very much:

AgentMaryMargaretSkitz, Spitfire303 And weasleywarrior