I watch from the distance. With my eyes never leaving the dark outline of the cars as they drive away, I find myself wanting to let my emotions spill forth. I want to allow myself to cry, to show everyone how heartbroken this has caused me to become, how I didn't and still don't want him to be gone.
As the cars disappear, I turn back around, looking up to the massive double doors of the palace. Still standing on the steps, I don't want to go back in. I don't want to go back to the walls of the palace without knowing Zion will be in there, waiting for me.
I'm not going to war with him because I cannot fight. I am not a warrior. Only warriors are being called upon to fight, those who have trained to see blood and bring hell.
Taking in a deep breath, I head back in, hating that the man I m
