My hands were fisted tightly by my sides as I just stood there, staring at him, not able to look away. I hear voices, but I wasn’t comprehending what any of them were actually saying. He was standing there looking bored out of his mind. He was actually just acting like he had no cares, no worries in the world. As if he didn’t kill innocent lives in the past.
He had aged greatly and it pisses me off that he actually aged pretty well. More than likely all this finery was treating him kindly. My body was shaking in the anger that he was just standing here in front of me not even fazed by what he has done in his life to get where he was right now.
He frowns in my direction, titling his head to the side with an upraised eyebrow. I wasn’t sure what my reaction was going to be when I saw him a
