ZARYA’S POV

I wish I die.

I prevented myself to drop, even though plenty of wounds I got from the battle. I was not afraid of death, I was fearful of knowing that Hali had already married. My eyes settled on the nice-looking man who was now lifting a little angel. I think she was four years old. The girl was embracing her tiny hands at Hali, whispering something at him.

I wanted to cry. I liked to shout. I desired to just popped like a bubble. Like there was no part of me left in this world. Just like an air who was here, but no one saw it....