The Love Of Freedom

"Where are we," i whispered while gripping Zhara's hand.
"I don't know," she stuttered before trying to get up on her feet to no avail.

At that she began to cry. "It's your fault," she screamed before trying to shift away from me.
"Don't move," i whispered weakly.
"Don't tell me what to do you where the one who wanted freedom now look, look at where your freedom has brought us," she screamed. I was scared she was going to slap me.

Zhara fell silent before starting up again"It's your fault, the love of freedom brought us here,"