Emotional Conflict

Regret took over me when I thought it might be too late and that I might have made the wrong decision. I doubted that I could continue living properly if I didn't get a chance to see him again. Bradon's presence felt commanding just as always, and I couldn't tell from the way that he was dressed and how he was standing up so straight where it was exactly that he was injured.

Regardless, seeing him still alive was more than enough for me. I wanted to run towards him and wrap my arms around his neck and pull him tightly into my embrace, but my body wouldn't move. Now that the first wave of relief had faded, all that I could feel was guilt for leaving him without saying a word. There were a million things that I wanted to say to him, but I couldn't find the right words. Bradon stared at me silently, and his gaze was too sharp and too cold for my liking.