Michael and Amon [1]
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Amon let out a tired sigh into the cold air of the night, ignoring the sharp shutting of the door by Elizabeth.
She headed out of his room into the hallway, tears streaming down her eyes.
He peered down into the seemingly endless darkness.
He didn't regret his decision.
It was necessary. He had other things to worry about first.
Letting out another exhale into the cold hair, he turned and left the cold balcony.
***
[The Next Morning]
Amon woke up to a normal morning in the camp.
He headed to the cafeteria where he quickly met Alya.
She had a tray of food in her hand.
"Want to have breakfast together?" She asked.
Not finding any problem in it, Amon nodded.
"Sure. Let me just get my tray of food."
"I'll get us a table then."
He nodded and quickly headed to the counter.
Coming out of the queue minutes later, he saw Alya lightly waving her hand on a table in the distance.