Lissana turned her gaze towards Tarik.
He slept, oblivious to everything, surrounded by white flowers that breathed in sync with the slow rhythm of his chest. Seeing him like this hurt her, but what hurt her the most wasn’t his condition... it was the price someone else would have to pay to bring him back.
She closed her eyes for a moment.
Forgive me, she thought, not knowing if he could hear her in that deep sleep.
Lissana took Eren’s hand and dragged him away from that room.
When they had moved far enough away, her strength seemed to abandon her all at once. She released his hand and leaned against the stone wall, as if the entire palace weighed on her chest.
The pain came late... but it hit with full force.
She brought a hand to her face, pressing her lips to stifle her cries. He
