I barge into my hotel room and collapse on my bed, the reality of what's happened only just sinking in.
Everything has happened so fast that it seems surreal. Tears flood my eyes – smearing my makeup – but I find I don't even care. The image of my best friend, now a known fugitive, riding above the emerald city is etched on my mind.
I think about the fierce longing I had to join her and my protocol that forced me to stay. I'm not sure I have made the right decision.
I hope she is happy now. I'm certainly not.
By DeeplyShallow
I have uploaded a new oneshot – Darkness – on my separate account if anyone is interested in reading it I'd be very grateful (not that I'm hinting anything…).
