Andrea's POV: 

The knife pierces through the board as I retreat my hand back to get another knife. I tilt my head to the side observing the knife lying in my hand. I turn and put the knife on his neck as soon as I feel his presence behind me. 

He does not flinch but just stares at me with an unmoving gaze and an annoying smirk on his face, "You look pissed Nix," as I just raised my eyebrow at him, "Right sorry, it is just your natural expressions," I just press the knife more as he just chuckles raising his hands in surrender. 

"Did you not leave yet?" I say rolling my eyes at him and turning back to get in the position with my knife in the air but suddenly it gets snatched away by the unwanted presence. 

"What the fuck do you want?" I ask him harshly as he just blankly stares at me. He grabs my wrist and puts a gun in my hand. He motions me to go to the shooting range. "I am not in the mood for fucking jokes," 

He just grabs me by my elbows and says while maintaining eye contact, "Are you seriously going to be that dependent on me?" 

I just look away and say, "I am not dependent on anyone. I pay you and you do your job which can be replaced by anyone," 

"Cut the bullshit, you do not trust anyone other than me," 

"That is a bad thing because?" 

"You either need to do this," as he points at the gun and looks up, "or go to a psychologist," 

"Like hell I am," I shout at him in disbelief,

"I bloody knew it,"

"Do you think I can open up to anyone and not have the risk of it being spilled the minute I leave the room?"

"I am trying to help you," 

"No need for that shit, I am fine," 

Ares has his jaws clenched as he just drags me to the shooting range making me stand in front of the target. I just roll my eyes and cross my arms, not ready to accept my defeat and make my weak side come out. 

He also just patiently waits for me as he just sighs and says in a soft tone, "I am worried Nix. I am worried about you. I cannot always be around and you need to overcome this. You know that it was not your fault. Just imagine a Russian scumbag and pull the trigger, please," 

I just gulp and say in a neutral tone, "You are planning on leaving?"

"I am speaking hypothetically if I am not around and I cannot always stay. We can die any minute in our line of work so I need you to be prepared, just in case," he says with a determined look. Why does this feel weird? 

"Just be here," I pick up the gun as I take the position. I put my finger near the trigger and try to look at the target ignoring the weird sensation. I am unable to prevent myself as the ocean eyes of Kath appear in front of me just when my fingers go near the trigger. My hands began to shake pathetically. I try to stop them from shaking and take deep breaths. The space feels suffocating. I feel angry tears coming. 

I feel arms wrap around me from behind as Ares tries to stabilize my hands with his. "Calm down, it is not her," 

I can't do it. I used to kill people without any thought with a single shot and now I can't even hold it properly without shaking. I hate this. I hate being this weak. I hate being this useless. Why the fuck am I crying? 

Even Ares would be tired of me now. 

"Stoping letting those thoughts wander in the wrong direction," he tries to make my hands be still but fails. He just puts the gun aside as he comes in front of me and buries my face into his chest. I am so angry, at myself and the world. "Deep breaths," only then do I notice how short on the breath I am. 

He just rubs my back as I try to pull away but he tightens his hold, "Have your ego battle later about me seeing you cry. We have already seen the worst of each other and I am not letting this shit continue. This is how people get lonely and become a creepy cat lady every kid is scared of," 

"You already are one though," I just scoff at his statement and punch him in the stomach as he groans in pain but then starts to laugh. 

"Nix," he says in a serious tone, "you will get through this, no matter whether you have me by your side or not. Promise me," 

"Whatever," I just roll my eyes and pull away from him.

"OMG!" Ares shouted as I just look at him with a 'WTF' look as he continues, "I just heard myself and I sounded so fucking cool dude," I just sigh in defeat while shaking my head as I start to leave. 

(Ryan- her assistant)

As soon as I am out of the room, I text Ryan to bring me all the latest medical reports on Ares.

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MAYBE WE WERE MEANT TO MEET

BUT NOT TO BE

(Sorry guys for the late update. I have been sick since a few days. Actually I am still sick but meh...)

(What do you think Andrea wants to do with the reports - even though it might be easy to guess now?)