Thirty-Seven
The pain of betrayal spread in my chest. Deep down, I knew it wasn’t Björn’s fault. I knew that my friend’s past had chased him right up to this moment, and there was so much about him I didn’t know and would not be able to comprehend. I regretted not having asked. Regretted not having sat down with him to talk, not having taken the time to really ask about what was inside his heart. I had been too busy saving the world, and now, I lost it because I had lost Björn’s heart. It all came to a full circle. I had seen him press the button already, known this expression in his eyes. Was it fate? Or did he decide this very moment to kill me?
He had killed me. He had pushed a button that would murder me. But it was my fault. I had looked at the big picture so long that I had missed
