~ ENRIQUE ~
“Make it quick, I don’t have all day,” I say, smoking my cigarette as I stare ahead into the night sky. I’m no longer that kid who was helpless, the one who had hopes in a certain king, and as I look across at him, I can see the change in him from back then.
His hair is littered with grey, age has left its mark with the frown lines on his forehead, the sharper jaw… That’s just how life is…
Age. Inevitable of who we are, it will always catch up with us.
But seeing him like that is also a reminder that he is not a god, but a man who had tried. Yeah, it hurts, it will always hurt, but I also acknowledge that perhaps he really didn’t have a choice… but it doesn’t mean that pain goes away.
Kataleya’s words she spoke that night, words I know she’s never shared with anyone else.
