Amelia POV
"You're still here. Interesting."
My head jerks up at the sound of a pensive voice. And, almost instantly, my eyes widen with parted lips of shock as I soak in the sight of a refined, well-put-together Austin, which is definitely a huge contrast to how he looked just a few minutes ago. It's as if he traded his rages for riches and rebranded his image. Sure, he didn’t look quite there yet, physically, but his aura of elegance seem to be growing stronger and stronger with each passing second, creating a weird thudding in my chest that makes it hard to breathe.
It takes me a while, but somehow, I finally manage to regain some sort of composure– well, enough to respond to his very rhetorical statement, "Y... Yes... I'm still here"
What the hell was that? Why did I stutter?
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