Throughthecity2 Stories

I stared out the window, my mind had a way of disguising sorrow for happiness. "Laine, we have to go." He told me, his sorrowful smile brightening to make me feel better. I nodded and stepped away from the window. What would happen to the city now that the queen was gone? What would happen to the people. He walked beside me, twirling his fingers. We stood together, staring at the pale face that I used to recognize so well. It was hard to see him like this, I could hardly recognize him when he was lying there. I shut my eyes. When would he wake up? Would he wake up? This was my fault. "Are you okay?" He asked, his brown eyes strained on the body in the bed. "I don't know."