Holding the Severed Self
by SMYGO4EVA
Arcee had tried not to look, but it was inevitable. She had remembered all that had occurred before the war came to Earth.
She knew that Optimus Prime was leading all the Autobots and giving his all, fighting the Decepticon cause with all his might. Arcee found herself every single time hanging on to his every word, yet steering clear from getting too close, especially with that deep and rumbling voice of his.
Everything about Optimus exuded power and leadership. Arcee couldn't deny that. His words held such raw power. He was weathered and weary, and yet still he stood. He didn't try to look back in the past, even when it haunted him to the point of despair and anger; in contrast, Arcee couldn't keep her optics off from it, hypnotized and shaken.
She was never the type to look back to the past before. Looking at Optimus, from all that they had been through… that was about to change.
The forthcoming was undefined. Each day to them was what it took to find out, holding onto the severed self.