/YOU/

Those brown, brown eyes.

My love is sitting right across me, staring at me. His eyes never leaving my face, almost like a caress.

Never dropping my equal stare, only mine is clouded with disbelief.

Hate.

Love.

He doesn't seem shocked, struck maybe. I wonder if it's from the dress I'm wearing or the hint of disappointment on my face.

'you mean nothing to him, remember'

No. It can't be true. It shouldn't be true.

There has to be an explanation to why he's here.

Before my legs move towards him across the bar, the man sitting beside him turns my way.

Smiling. It's him.

It's Father.

He had his back to me I couldn't recognize him.

Or was i too involved with Rage to notice him.

I'm too grateful for stopping myself from moving any further.

They know each other.

It's all true. Everything he said has to be true.

He doesn't stand, doesn't even move an inch.

The smirk on Father's face turns into a dare with every passing second.