Kiara nodded. “I won’t...so give me freedom...take these invisible shackles off my hand. I want to go outside without having to worry that you’ll get mad. That’s all I’m asking for, I won’t run away...I promise.”

Zique shook his head. “That’s asking for too much...”

“Really? T-Too much?” Kiara shoved away from him, and instead of her face, he was now facing her back. “I wish...I wish I’d hate you.”

“Kiara...” Kiara didn’t answer, if she did he'd hear the break in her voice. “You can always tell