Her hands moved to my face, feeling it. Closing her eyes briefly she let out an exasperated sigh looking at me again.
"It's really you but aren't you supposed to be dead?" she whispered staring deeply into my orbs.
"I survived. Just for you," I replied shortly.
"Why aren't you mad at me? Am responsible for trying to kill you," she said in a teary voice that cut through the last of nerves.
"Maybe it's because I deserved it. Plus I know you did it against your will. Coming to think of it I was such a dickhead," I muttered.
"But they brought photos of your dead body to me," she whispered in the same teary voice.
"Just like Angel brought me photos of you dead. I tried to find you Briannah. I wanted to know why you wanted me dead that badly. Your body was burnt and highly unrecognizable.
