"Okay. What?" I said with a bit of attitude.
His eyebrows pulled down, I'm guessing he didn't like my response. He ran his hand through his white messy hair. He inhaled deeply and sigh, shaking his head in dispprovel. God why does he have to be so dramatic?
His voice was more stern. "Look at me."
"Um I am.." I rolled my eyes at him. What hell I am looking at him?!
He cupped my chin violently and pulled my face closer to his. That way I had no choice but to "look", really "look" in his eyes. I know I was being stuborn but it this situation I just wanted to close myself off. To put space between every person close to me. But Roy wasn't going to let me. So this time I did look at him, really look at him. I look pass his iris, pass his pupils into the very pit of his soul. His soul wasn't dark but all the vibrate bright color people souls are filled with are gone. They are been gone for years, there is no trace of them.
He smiled at me and let go of my chin. "There we go. That much better." His voice was gentle and nuture each word he said perfectly.
I ran my hand through my soft hair and sigh. I looked at him and asked. "So the point of that was?"
"I know what you were doing. And you know what happens when you cut off all human emotions. You can't lose yourself to it. Not this time" He answer with geniue compassion and guidance. I know he was right.
I hanged my head down in defeated."I know." I whispered softly.
"You-"He struggled to continue. I could see the pain in his eyes but he was going to finish it. "You have to be the strongest amongst us all. You can not fail. You already know your our last hope.."
We arrived on the battlefield, we were losing by a lot. And that is why they sent us in, we are the last and final stance. When everyone fails we don't, or we shouldn't. I could see upon the field everyone I knew from the Academy. It wasn't more than two days ago I talk to them last. Laughing and joking about how we will celebrate our victory after winning the biggest warsince the beginning our creation (the most bloodest, devasting war ever wages between the opposing sides).
I look away from their pain expression of their last moments of life. Each with a face twisted in agonizing pain. Someone squeezed my hand. I turn my face from the battlefield. It was Dexter. In his eyes I could see love and cornern. The wind blew his medium brown hair across his face. Even though we were surrounded by death, his beautiful face glowed and shin. I realized again how beautiful he was.
He sent a telepathic thoughtto me. Everything will be okay
I looked at him and smiled. I hope your right