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Why did she keep walking away? Could she not face him like a princess? His footsteps landed heavily as he chased after her. The flame inside had doused out by now, and all Aquila felt were ashes, pathetic gray ashes like charred snow. The ashes were the same shade of gray as Luna, the ground he stared dully at, the remains of a revolution. His mouth opened. His mouth shut. He was Aquila Blackburn, son of Levan- the words didn't spark fire when there wasn't a match. He told himself it was the strategy. He needed to get back on her good side. If he wanted the chip, if he wanted the power, he needed to fake a sincere apology and pretend this never happened. But he was wrong. When he said, "I'm sorry," it didn't come from want. It was a whisper produced by the gray ashes.
Karina turned, eyes a bit red, but not completely so. She hated seeming so weak in front of Aquila. The two words to break the silence were surprising. Her eyes would have widened were she not so upset with the other. "I can't accept," was all she said. "I'd rather you leave me alone if anything," she stated coldly. The princess had no bite to her words even though she felt angry when he apologised. It should be what she wants to hear, but it's not. You don't just simply make it better with 'sorry' after breaking someone down to their very core.
This time she didn't move. If he was going to continue, then he could say what he wanted. She never wanted to see this boy again.
