I approached him.
I could no longer contain the surge of my emotions... I felt like I couldn't think of anything else until I went up to him and asked the questions that were pushing to come out of my mouth.
"What are you doing here?" I asked firmly.
I saw how he froze, like a statue upon hearing my voice.
"What is someone like you doing here?!" I asked again, seeing that he didn't seem to have any intention of facing me.
I saw how he sighed. He stood up and slowly turned to face me.
I was taken aback when I saw how red his eyes were. This is so weird?! Seeing him in pain is so weird! Why is he like this? Why is he crying over the woman his father killed? The confusion and surprise mixed in my mind, making it hard to comprehend the scene unfolding before me.
When he took a step forw
