KILLIAN'S POV.
"...Marshall?"
For a moment, I questioned my sight.
The man standing in front of me looked older than I remembered. His hair was longer, and there was light stubble covering his jaw. His face had changed with time, but there was no mistaking those eyes.
Marshall.
He stared at me just as shock filled his own face.
For a few long seconds, neither of us spoke.
Then, slowly, a small smile appeared on his face.
"Killian..." he said quietly. "It's been a while."
I still couldn't believe what I was seeing.
"Marshall?"
He nodded once.
"It's me."
My grip loosened completely.
I took half a step back, still staring at him.
"You're..."
I struggled to finish the sentence.
"Alive?"
He let out a small, awkward laugh.
"Looks like it."
I shook my head.
"No."
I frowned h
