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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 vent swirled around the room. Zion sat in the chair with his head down. Syren sat down on the bed with her hands in her lap.
Silence took over them as they thought about recent events. The two hadn't said one word to each other even when they got in the car and entered the motel room. Zion was at a loss of words and Syren didn't know whether to speak or just keep quiet. The sound of Zion getting up caught her attention. She glanced at him,seeing him stand up and pace the floor. He mumbled to himself and rubbed over his face.
Her orbs went big as he stopped pacing and stood in front of her. HIs dark brown orbs stared into hers and he could see the fear. He wanted more than anything to comfort her but for some reason he held back. He stepped back and stared at the wall. At times like this,he wanted to drink but he knew now wasn't the time.
Syren glnaced around the room afraid to make eye contact with him again. She wrapped her arms around herself as her mind raced with countless thoughts. It was like one minute she was standing in front of the man and the next she was ending his life. A part of her wanted to feel some remorse for what she'd done but she didn't. When she placed her finger on the triger,all thinking went away and only action came to mind.
Zion let out a sigh as he finally sat down next to her. He ran his fingers through his messy curls and looked at her. "Explain." he stated.
Her mouth went dry at his sentence and she cleared her throat. She ran her hands down her pants and opened her mouth to speak. "I don't know,I wasn't really thinking I guess." she muttered.
