Third Person’s POV
“Isa...”
Isabelle looked at the owner of the familiar voice who called her name.
Z... she stared back at his golden shining orbs.
She didn’t notice it was him at first because he had his hair shortened and cleanly cut unlike how she used to remember him. She wondered why he had it trimmed down. It was longer just last week when she spotted him inside his car in Area B. She had never seen him change his hairstyle for eighty years that she had secretly stalked him. And she was pleased because it was a sign that he still remembered his promise to her.
“Your hair is so soft and silky, I am so envious...” she said as she slid her hand on his black raven hair while she lay naked on top of him after the hot love-making th
