Amara
We remained at the pit and sat beside each other.
“Amara, how long was I stuck in the ice?”
“According to Constantine, a thousand years.”
He was staring at the background for a while, then he started expressing himself, “I failed, my people.” He began pulling some of the grass in front of him. He continued, “I was so happy during my coronation. They placed their trust on me and I failed them all. Even…her. I failed her.” He began to weep, “Why did I have to suffer this way?” The intensity of his cries began to be heavier that it swayed me to silently bawl my eyes. I bit my lips, tried so hard to not cry loudly. I consoled him by pressing my hand on his back, caressing him as he continued to cry. He stopped talking and just burst in tears.
I stared at the view in front of me, tri
