Camelot;
Zion sat on the edge of the cliff overlooking the vast, snowy expanse of the White Mountains. His eyes, distant and unfocused, stared out into the horizon.
Fiona's words echoed in his mind, like a constant, unyielding tide crashing against his thoughts.
"Let's have a break and have a ten-year pact, Zion. If we still hold the same feelings after five years, we can marry, defying everything. If we've moved on, then... there's that."
A bitter smile crossed Zion's face. Five years... The words weighed heavily on him. "Why must we choose between family and love?"
His mind wandered back to her—Fiona—her face filled with both sorrow and resolve. The look in her eyes had been clear: she wasn't just breaking up with him; she was sacrificing her happiness for everyone around her. They weren't in a relationship for even three days, but the pain of the breakup hit him a lot harder than he expected.
