Krystal let go of me and looked right into my eyes. I felt as if she was analyzing my soul, I was vulnerable and her stare was just making me uncomfortable.
James started walking through the now open gates and Krystal held my hand so I could walk alongside her. She never stopped holding me. She seemed afraid that if she did, I would end up running away.
I inspected them while following behind.
James looked my age but acted so properly and distant. He had broad shoulders and dark green eyes. He had an undercut and the long top layer was all messy but stylized at the same time, making him look like a powerful figure.
Krystal, on the other hand, is the description of perfection. Her body was perfect and muscular but still looked extremely feminine, like that of a ballet dancer. Her black
