Evelyn's p.o.v.
Before I could turn around and see the warm presence that's been haunting me— it came out on its own—from inside of me.
I watched with big eyes as the black fog shrouded my cold body, that firey burning essence slicing my tongue with its taste. Dark haze, so dense that it's impossible for me to understand that I'm inside the smoke or the smoke is inside of me.
Or if we are one and the same.
Slowly, the dark mist started to disappear, and mend, and shape. And soon in front of my wide-open eyes, It formed a human-like body—of a man. His bright green eyes and long raven here are so identical to my own that they answered my unasked question.
He is indeed my father.
And I think I saw this sad yet dangerously sharp face before... I just don't know where. As he moved to
