He wore a white bathrobe which was wrapped around his body loosely. From the neckline of the robe, I can see those twisted pink scars printed on his chest. He sat there silently and looked at me with his impressive hazel eyes. But they were not cold and emotionless anymore. For the first time, I saw something that could be called feelings appear in his eyes. Though I couldn’t tell what it was. Not hatred nor anger, just feelings.
“Where did you go?” He looked like a totally different person with those eyes. I had to figure out why.
He didn’t answer me directly but reached out his left hand to show me what he had been hiding in his palm.
“I got you this.” He said in a plain tone.
His curled fingers are long and thin, still slightly shivering due to the biting cold outside. I saw a gorg
