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[Romara] Roses.

Romeo's POV.

I sighed, walking around in my prison cell. Today was the day. The day when I would finally be able to go to the Underneath, to at least try to fix as much as I can. It had been the whole year since Jesse took my powers away, and I wished to go down there this all time. But, unlucky for me, Jesse, his friends and every person in Beacon Town decided to put me in jail for some time. I understood them and didn't fight at all, obediently cleaning streets, gardening and doing everything that "community service" included.

I didn't even notice that the whole year had passed. Only yesterday, when Jesse said they'd banish me to the Underneath, only then I realised that my wish came true. Even though banishment was a punishment, I still couldn't help but feel happy about finally moving on to the next step of my redemption. But I asked Jesse for one little favor. Just one, but it was too much for a person like me to ask. However, he said he'd think about it, and now I couldn't calm myself down. What if he said "no"? Or, most importantly, what if he said "yes"?

Suddenly I heard steps in the hall and my heartbeat fastened. It was the moment of truth: now or never. I couldn't understand what I wanted more, for him to help me or not. But one thing for sure - I couldn't wait anymore.
Jesse and two guards approached me, swords in their hands. I lowered my head, biting my lower lip - the habit I had got after being turned to human. Even if there were any words that could possibly decribe my shame, I had already said them a billion times.

- Are you ready? - Jesse's voice was flat and emotionless. I simply nodded, waiting for his answer.
- Great. - The mayor gestured the guards to open the barred door. I swiftly put my hands above my head, just like I had gotten used to.
Two men walked into my cell and tightly cuffed my wrists behind my back. I didn't move, didn't lift my gaze. The short silence became tense. What will Jesse say? He didn't say I was allowed to go to her, so it probably meant "no", didn't it?

The guards grabbed my forearms and that's when I knew it was over. I will never see her again. I guess I deserved that. Besides, I was so scared, it was for the best. So... Why was I crying?
Just as we three were about to leave my cell the mayor sighed and put his hand on my shoulder. I instantly froze, looking at him through my bloody-red hair. Ever since I was thrown into prison nobody touched me apart from the guards. Why would Jesse do something like that?

- And Romeo. - He said, hesitating for a second. - About Xara...
I held my breath, waiting for his answer. Yes or no?
- Well, - Jesse rubbed the back of his head. - I thought you shouldn't go down there without a chance to say goodbye properly.
My eyes widened, as I couldn't believe my ears. Did he... Actually let me see her?!
- I... - I felt tears behind my eyes, trying to escape. - Thank you, Jesse. Sincerely. I can't believe...

There were no words that could express anything to what I was feeling. The mayor nodded, letting my guards and me to go outside.
It was a warm, sunny day and I closed my eyes, enjoying those last munites under the sun. It was hard to breathe, but I still tried to. I had spend a whole year living as a prisoner in such a beautiful place, but had never been as anxious as today. It was my last day on the ground. It was the only day I could talk to her.

Xara. It was unbearable to think about what I had done to Fred, and every thought about my other friend caused the worst pain I've ever felt. Not physical, obviously, but even if it all was in my head it didn't hurt less. One of the disadvantages of being an Admin was having a great memory. I could remember every moment with her, everything that I had said to her, every way I had hurt her. Even thinking about it made my heart bleed. No matter what punishment people put me through, those memories were much, much worse.

People of Beacon Town stared at me as I was escorted away. I saw pure hatred in their eyes, but didn't pay too much attention. The most important thing now were words. What should I say? How should I say it? Should I even talk at all?
I didn't even notice how we passed the whole city and came to a small, nice glade. It was obvious that people took good care of it, but I had never been allowed nearby.