My eyes burned red as I watched her walk away. She held Erick, gently covering his eyes. Her voice was soft, like she was comforting a child.
“Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”
Those words… They pulled me back to the eight years ago.
The first time our enemies came for me, I didn’t know how to fight. She stood in front of me, alone and killed everyone who tried to hurt me.
Then she turned around, covered my eyes with her scarf and whispered the same words, “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”
My mind went blank. Instinctively, I reached out toward her, trying to hold onto her warmth.
The next second, a blade cut through my right arm completely.
When I woke again, I was alone in the abandoned factory. I pulled a blood-soaked plane ticket from my pocket and crawled out from this personal living hell.
“Lizbeth, we..."
"Will never meet again.” Lizbeth helped Erick into the car.
