If looks could kill...that was what came in my mind as Adrian stared down at me and not in a good way. He actually looked like he would really like to kill me. His grip on my arm was so tight that it was hurting. I wriggled my arm but he held onto it, saying nothing. As I looked closely, I realised he wasn't the happy, smiling guy I used to know. He has changed, drastically. He looked older, his hairs were overgrown, a thick stubble marred his otherwise boyish face and there were hard lines around his eyes. He didn't look like a twenty year old. He didn't look the carefree, happy guy I left back and my heart constricted at his sight.
"Adrian...you are hurting me," I whispered, tears threatening to explode again. "Please...its hurting,"
"So this is why you haven't been coming home, huh?
