Two weeks ago, on the day of the argument, I found myself south of town. In a sudden fit of rage and anger, I had left the others behind. Despite the presence of soldiers outside, I was determined to make my way to the meeting point to see Lena as we had planned.
As I navigated the side streets and made my way to the southern part of town, I noticed something strange. Unlike the rest of the town, there were no soldiers in sight. The area was eerily calm and quiet. It seemed as though the residents had locked themselves inside their homes to avoid any confrontation with the soldiers. This worked in my favor as it reduced the chances of me being recognized.
I scanned my surroundings, searching for any sign of Lena. But there were no tracks or clues to guide me. Standing in the middle of the street like an open target made me feel uneasy, but I knew I had to keep moving.
Just then, a familiar voice called out from behind me. "I didn't expect you to come," it said.
