It almost felt like yesterday for Zane, there had been some memories he had suppressed for far too long.
Sixteen years ago, the one word which had tried to grace it's way to his lost memory, "Hal."
"Hal, would I ever see you again?" Zane was on the verge of tears.
"Now what did I tell you?" Hal squatted, wiping the tears off his face. "I'm not dead, but I'm on a mission, I need to leave soonest."
Zane shook his head, holding onto the man's sleeve, "Let me go with you."
Hal was shocked on the offer posed by him, "You and I both know that's not possible." He removed his hand from his sleeve, ruffling the hair of Zane.
"Is it because I'm a Prince?" Zane's cheek puffed in annoyance.
"Yes and no." Half ambiguous statement left Zane curious and confused.
"I am willing to drop my stupid title, please don't go!" His tears trickled down his eyes.
