[color=f49ac2]“I’m not mad at you. I understand why. I just, I’m too warm and I can’t eat anymore. I’m sorry.”[/color] Iris sighed softly as she rubbed her temples feeling the headache transpire from the whirlwind of emotions she felt. She knew deep down she couldn’t be mad at him; it wasn’t his fault they couldn’t be together, and he was right. As much as she hated to admit it even if they spent this time together or even tried with no strings attached when he was back at the Capital that would be it. They would never see each other again. The disappointment now would be far better than the heartbreak they would feel later on when they departed. Plus, she knew she was being an idiot at the idea of some kind of fling, there was no way she’d be okay with it meaning nothing because it meant everything to her. A part of her knew deep down that she’d never had a fling before, that just wasn’t her and as much as she knew she had dated Ethan she was certain they’d never done anything serious. [color=f49ac2][i]Probably why he was a bit of a dickhead[/i][/color]. 

Glancing up as she felt the vibrating she was slower to catch on unlike Cas. Watching as he spun around to the window, she pushed herself off of the sofa on unsteady feet to join him wanting to see what was wrong. Forcing herself she made it to Cas to catch sight of the huge bulky aircrafts, feeling her heart drop at the site she recognised them as bombers. This hadn’t been the first time she had seen them, and she doubted it would be the last either. Looking aghast as she watched them she could feel her heart start to race at the idea they were coming for what remained of Bel Bicis, but as the hatched opened she could only watch in horror as a bomb was dropped onto the next district over. The one they would have been reaching had they not had to stop. 

It was like a ripple effect; the ground shook beneath her and the building crumbled at the pressure. Falling to her knees much like Cas she grimaced as she looked up towards the ceiling, a small crack had begun to form running across the ceiling dangerously. [color=f49ac2]“Cas. We have to go. Another quake we will be buried alive.”[/color] Whispering hurriedly as she scrambled to her feet the adrenaline pushing her through as she grabbed the backpack scurrying to put everything away that they would need. Already she was panting with effort, but they couldn’t hesitate, they could not delay as right now their very lives were at stake. 

[color=f49ac2][i]I can’t believe he would do this. Does he not realise Cas could be here?[/i][/color] Worrying thoughts crossed her mind as she just about threw the backpack on her back before forcing herself to move to the door. Iris could feel her feet were unsteady and she knew the fast movements was making her feel sick, but she had to ignore it. They had to get out of here. The next district was probably in a state of panic meaning it wouldn’t be best to go there just yet, but they had to get out of this building at least. Just in case another quake toppled it over causing it to collapse in on itself. 

Feeling her whole-body tremble as she moved out of the door to make their way to freedom it was a grim reminder of what those bomb could cause. Flashes of bodies crossed her mind; innocent people would now be dead all because she had been stupid enough to kidnap the Prince. [color=f49ac2][i]This is all my fault. [/i][/color]