"Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real." ~ Cormac McCarthy.
NIKOLAS PALLIS P.O.V
I was in my own wrecked world from where I got out five years ago. It was a trauma for me. The pain, the scars, the days it was unbearable for me.
Sometimes deep inside my heart whenever I see Ruby she reminds me of her.
But today she looks exactly like her in that red dress. For a moment I thought she was here, in front of me. How? How can it be possible?
And just like that my eyes captured her glasses and black hair and I came back to reality.
It was Ruby not her.
She already left me.
I shouldn't think about her.
How can I do this to Ruby? How can I think about her?
And one thing made me realise I never talked about her to Ruby.
I didn't say the most important thing of m
