I never came here before, mostly because I wanted to avoid memories of that day as much as possible, but now that I am here with his hand still in mine, I can’t help the emotions suddenly flooding in.
So many people were lost that day…
I look at the pillars risen in their memory, each with a bunch of names written in the stone.
“So many died…” Soren comments, looking at the names in the stone.
He never lets go of my hand and the warmth coming from his touch is starting to be too much for my instincts to bear. So, I let go of his hand and he looks at me.
“You were zere, weren't you?” He asks me, eyeing me intently.
I place the hand he was holding just seconds ago on my shoulder, desperately wanting to replace the now-absent warmth.
“Yeah…” I mumble, avoiding his look. “It was horrib
