Gabe walked his way through Zique’s front door, a bag with food in his hand. This was his daily routine now, Zique could barely take care of himself and so he had to do it. He didn’t mind, but he wish Zique would just come back. It’s been like this for too long, two weeks had passed and he’s been having deadly hallucinations of Kiara stabbing him.

It was a sad sight to see, especially after seeing how beautiful they both were together. Back then, it had been annoying when they sat beside each other and giggled like lovebirds in his presence, but now he was hoping to be able to see that again.

They both loved each other, it was obvious. And seeing how ugly it was to tear them apart hurt his heart.

He knew it wasn’t right to blame himself, but it was his fault, wasn’t it?

He was tasked with an important yet simple mission; watch Kiara, protect her no matter what decision she made. If it was to leave, then it would be his job to escort her safely and if it was to stay, he was to soothe