Sketch #2

She didn't ask him to stay.

She just stood there looking at him with compassion and unger in her eyes. He wanted her to be mad, but she didn't say a thing.

“Why?”, he asked hundred miles away.

“S***!” Was he the only one in love?

He cursed himself while thinking about her when he left. She was so pretty with her black jeans full of dust and his blue jacket. Her brown eyes were angry. He just wanted to touch her. Get her closer to him. Safe.

So close and so far.

The words were important, but none of them said it out loud. How could he? How could he tell her that he was in love when she still needed to understand herself? He couldn't do that to her.

Yet, he  wanted to listen her voice telling him to stay.

But that didn't happen. So why thinking about it?

He left and he departure wouldn't be just a stupid move.

He would find the Seeker that also runaway. From what he understand, she will be after Blake. The one that could kill them all with a single move. Why haven't he done it? Was it because of the Seeker?

Nevertheless, there he was. So many secrets remain unveil and it wasn't his duty to do it. Not anymore.

So he was looking for the Seeker through the enemy.

To do what he had to do, he had to left everything behind: what he believed, the ones that he love.

He knew that what was happening was just a battle in the war. And they were losing. All because everyone was keeping secrets from each other, including the one he love.

He only could conclude that no one trust no one. Everyone was by their own. But maybe he could do something about it.

And the enemy was the answer.

Leaving