The Truth-II

Starvos watched as Elizabeth walked away, holding a glass of water on her hand which she then pass to his hands. She looked outside, somewhat grateful of the snow as it cooled down passion and pain.

When she came back, she settled the water to his hands. Starvos continue to stare at her as though he had been dreaming and finally woke up from his daze. Elizabeth waved her hand in front of him, smiling, “What is wrong? You keep looking at me.”

“I was just thinking that this all feels like a dream,” Starvos patted the seat beside him again, calling her so she would take a comfy place beside him. “But although I’m happy I have to be angry to you this once.”

Elizabeth rubbed her cheeks, “I was worried and I know I was too hasty but I couldn’t help it.”

“I know but where you are going to is the battlefield. It’s not a place where you could come whenever you feel like it and I’m sure you understand that too,” Starvos sighed, his hand clenched tightly together. “If anything were to happen w