Chapter Eighty-Four

Third person

"...I don't want you to go," Samar repeates, making Sam stop in her tracks. She turned back and spoke,

"This isn't about what you want, it's about what is right. I'm leaving and please don't ask me where I'm headed again because I also don't have the answer."

"I can't allow you leave like this!" Samar spoke again. He couldn't lay a finger on what he was feeling, but one thing he was sure of was that; he didn't want Sam away from him. He had grown fond of her being around even if it was just for a few days.

Sam narrowed her eyes at him. "What do you mean by that? I get you are concerned for me out of humanity, but that doesn't give you the right to think you have a say in what happens in my life."

"You're right, Sam, I do care about you, but not only from humanity. I feel as if I have known you for a long time..." He trailed off, not knowing what else to say. He suddenly fell speechless. There was so many things he wanted to tell her but he just couldn't voice it out. H