HALI’S POV

The sun had risen, and I stayed in the bed, rolling my arms to Zarya’s small body, sharing a comforter with her. I raised my hand, removing the hair blocking her beautiful face. I was eyeing her for countless minutes. I could feel my chest bouncing. An incredible sarcasm smirk could be traced to my lips.

Why is it feeling? It’s strange.

I followed her every single day. That was not in the scope of her knowledge. I saw her leaning her head to Colden, crying in the burial of her best friend, trying her very best to give justice. She was a Poor Little Thing when I...