He once heard someone say, "Your body freezes when your worst nightmare unfolds right before your eyes. You might be smartest, the strongest, but you can't do anything but helplessly watch like an audience of your own life."
And Zayden was no different now—frozen in place, tears turning cold before they even reached his cheeks whenever the shrieking wind brushed against his face, as if urging him to move, to react.
Rain began to pour, mixing with the blood seeping from Ren's chest. Zayden kept his shaky hands pressed, too afraid it would worsen if he let go. His hair and clothes were drenched, sticking to his skin and his bitter tears blended with the cold rain, occasionally slipping into his mouth. He couldn't breathe, but he forced himself to. He couldn't give up like Ren did.
He had to fight.
For him.
For Ren.
For Eiran.
For them and their future.
Right… Eiran…
