[KIM'S POINT OF VIEW]
It seemed like a dream—one of those dreams that you know will never come true, but there was still a glimmer of hope—but this shouldn't be happening; Arthur shouldn't be standing in front of me.
Standing? My gaze was drawn to his legs before returning to meet his grey eyes.
It felt like I was staring at someone entirely different but I knew this was Arthur despite the fact that he didn't look like anything I remembered.
His grey eyes had grown darker, but they were hollow and deep and they looked unfamiliar; his features had changed since I last saw them two years ago; his hair was a dark shade of black; it was neatly brushed off his broad, smooth forehead; he was wearing a black suit that looked so appropriate on his body; and, finally, he wasn't real.
