Going to the battlefront
Thomas did not say anything, he was there looking at Zara. His gaze was not the usual expressionless gaze.
After a few minutes, Zara could not withstand Thomas's gaze.
"Is there something on my face?" Zara asked, fumbling with her hand.
"Tomorrow I will be leaving for the war front" Thomas paused.
Noticing that Thomas did not continues speaking, Zara raised her head.
"You know I will follow you, my life is already in your hand."
Thomas opened his mouth.
"Don't try to persuade me."
Zara interrupted.
Thomas sighed.
"You won't follow me. The battlefield is not a place for leisure."
Thomas looked at her with all seriousness.
"You need to finish some things here. Moreover, I needed you here. My family will be in your hand."
Zara raised his brow because she couldn't understand what Thomas meant.
Seeing her confused expression. Thomas continued.