An exit

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As he promised he hold on to me. He helped me heal.

But a part of me already died. The shadows inside me will not be gone and they will keep consuming me. It's to late.

"How are you feeling?" the brunette asked the moment I exited my bedroom, as everyday since the moment I broke my walls for him. A bright smile curved on his lips.

"I'm good, thank you for checking." I returned him the smile.

"I won't make the same mistakes again," my smile grew.

We know we love each other but somehow we can't say those words. We can't be together. Something inside us is holding us back.

He cares for me, more than anyone has. He displays me he loves me. He makes me feel love and safe. But I'm way too broken to be able to do the same. And I don't want to hurt him.

I search for a way out and I don't understand what happens. And even if I know I'm brave, my voice trembles.

He is the one that tells me who is who inside my soul. And maybe he helps me discover myself. He fill me with trust and provoke a revolution in my heart. He decipher the fear and the calm. It feels like this feeling is new for me.

He clarifies the qualm and the hope. And the road now leads me to him.

But I need someone to explain me what I feel when he talks to me. He fills my heart with signs.

Only he is around me.

What difference does it makes?

What I feel is different if he is here. I don't care what he has to give. In his eyes I can find my self. If he looks at me, he doesn't need to speak.

Maybe it's him.

"I have to admit it," a member of the court spoke, "you've done a great job out there."

"I know," I speak, as always, coldly.

"But there is something that is worrying us," another one spoke, "Lord Jayce death tot to the other members that were murder."

Anxiety started running trough my veins. But I spent years to learn to control it.

"We don't know who did it, as well as what for."

"What makes us think they are not coming for us now? We need to feel safe." The room started to enter in panic.

"Don't worry," I said with a confident and brave tone, "nothing bad will ever happen here as long as I am queen." But they will never have their trust completely on me. "I assure you I'll find who did it and that person will pay for his crimes."

What did I got my self into?

"We count with you, your majesty." I nodded and the meeting ended. Everyone left the conference hall.

"I'll help you." Tom spoke. I gave him a confused look. "Find a way out."

"I did it and I need to face the consequences."

"I'm not letting you." That was more of an order.

"You can do nothing. I did it. And you know that. And I've done more things I'm not proud of."

"You had a reason," I tried to speak, "let me talk," I closed my mouth, "Y/n you have a pure heart and whatever the reason was for you to murder that people they deserved it. You've done so much for this town. They all need you. I need you." He emphasize his persona.

But I won't destroy another soul.

I am not letting Tom surrender. He has fight for justice since he was a kid. His dream was to protect the good people. And I am not in that list. Not anymore.

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