This man…this man is like the other half of Paul Jackson, I terrifyingly thought to myself as I stared at Nishimoto with widened eyes, filled with horror and disbelief. My body stiffened like a statue and the cold feeling that had spread in my body made me numb that I could not even feel Nishimoto’s warm body against my skin anymore.
My eyes wandered all over his face – from his eyes, cheeks, skin, and even the smallest detail on his face. I looked at them nervously and frighteningly like I was searching for something I did not really want to find. Something I was scared to find.
I did not know why, but I suddenly felt the need to confirm if I was just imagining things or I was just overreacting over the things that were happening to me. As I was trailing my eyes on his face, Paul
