He looked just like before yet I couldn't recognize him. As I looked into his eyes I could see the rage inside him. I could almost smell the hate coming from him to me. "what do you want now " he asked. " I need your help " I answered with a shaky voice. " what makes you think that I will ever help you? " he asked. " because you loved me once " I said trying to remain strong. This is the story of Samira and Zion. Warning : this story will take you to a roller coaster of emotions.