Louis' gaze trailed after Ciara as she left.
His chest grew tight as a familiar yet alien sensation crept into it.
The feeling was natural, and he had learnt to recognise it when it came.
It was longing.
His mind was already made up that Ciara would find her. Mariam.
And once she did, he could finally be with her again.
His thoughts pooled into his mind. Vivid images and words are taking shape. A form which was all too familiar and surreal for him.
It was ironic. The feeling grew while he faced an opponent bearing a sword at his neck.
The thought made him smile. Just the nudge of his lips.
A warm one that exuded the emotions drowned within a river of blood.
'Even in the face of death, you make me calm.'
Daydreaming at a time like this?
No, this was far from who Louis was.
Though, Nicho didn't intend to give him the luxury of snapping out of it.
With a powerful step forward, he pushed him backwards.
