Candice POV
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His room looks dark, but his eyes stands out as he watches me ramble my words.
I could have come and talked to him, maybe the next day.
But my silly heart didn't quiet listen.
I look like a puppy who was tailing around, wanting to be carried.
And now, I'm rambling words like a lost kitten who phurs to be picked up.
"Maybe I can come back later "
I turn around to leave but, he grips my elbow as he steps out of the door
The light peeks through his body
And I stare at his chest.
My breath hitches
It's the ink
It's the scars.
And I look up to him, taken back
As he stands bare chested
His looks angrier.
Like he is in the war.
He looks, different.
But his straight face makes it hard for me to read
"You came here to tell hi ?" He speaks, his voice deep
