He sat quietly as he watched her terrified expression. When was the last time he had not seen her like that? Perhaps he has gone too far. Or maybe she hadn’t gotten used to what he was. Damien did not move; he remained motionless while Eve stood near the door, breathless. Eyes were watery and with raging breath. Meanwhile, she was stuck on whether to speak or shut her tiny mouth.
“Why did you come back,” He was not questioning her; he just spoke, stating when she could have run away again instead of showing up in front of his face. Eve’s fear turned bewilder, though she had not let her guard down. Her heavy breath still gave her a hard time focusing. “D-Damien…” she stuttered, searching for the exact word she wanted to say, but gained nothing. Was it disappointment in his eyes? She asked.
