My eyes settled on the blacked doorway.
He wouldn't walk through, no matter how long I waited.
I could sit here a million years, let time take all I have. But that door would not open. I had no more pieces to play, my freedom in check-mate. Avaline had won. She had her precious son in her grasp. She had me as her eternal slave.
There was nothing I could do.
A cry escapes my lips.
Why could I not rip his very soul from the heavens?!? Why could I not have him safe in my arms? Why did I have to stand there as the very last drop of life ebbed from him?
I could still see him. Standing by the counter, waving as a customer walked in. He loved people, would do anything for a smile. He loved me. I'd always known, I could see it and feel it. The way he was always there, always knew what to do. I tried not to noticed. I just couldn't bring myself to admit I loved him so dearly.
We'd grown up together. Watched each others backs. I traded my soul to save his life. And he'd given that life to save us all. He died smiling, knowing exactly what the gift of his blood would bring.
My Zaac...My sweet precious Zaac.
