President's Palace.
Ian came down the stairs, his expression colder than it usually feared everyone. His eyes were red, his hair messy though Mia couldn't help but admire his calm face. She tried to imitate his cold stare, but tears soon formed forcing her to avoid his gaze.
Every step he took, every moment they had spent together, every memory they shared as a couple passed in front of her. Recalling those happy days, her heart felt heavy while her throat was stuck with nothing but pure guilt. Instead of letting him see through her pain, instead of keeping her promise to share everything, a bond that they promised to tie for eternity, where she was going against her own mortality, her feelings that never wanted to tear them apart.
Tears trickled down as he walked towards them, and stood in front of her instead of hugging her like he usually did every time. She was yearning for a hug from him, badly wishing to just cry in his arms and let everything out.
