97| Personal War.  

"We found Lauren." Oliver says in an unethical tone.

"Oh," is the only thing that I can say.

"Where is she?" Harry inquires in a buff tone.

"Soldiers have her rounded and handcuffed in the courtyard," Oliver answers straight-forwardly.

"Good," Harry says, and without wasting anymore time, he walks out of the office, stomping every which way, leaving only Oliver and I alone.

I let out an awkward laugh. "How are you?" I ask him, and he summons a smile. It's a pure sad one, but at least he's still smiling, so that counts for something, right?

"Today did not turn out how I thought it would," he tries to joke, and I let out a small chuckle as we both started to walk out of the office and down to the so-called courtyard where Lauren is being held captive.

"Same," I say, and as we step outside, I realise that the sun has fully risen and that it's now another day.

I hear the voices before I see the people. I can distinctly hear Lauren begging for mercy, though I doubt she's really sorry or de