Present
We continue to stare at each other for another minute in the middle of the sidewalk while his hand is still grabbing my forearm tightly.
His turquoise eyes deepen as he looks closely at me, then suddenly shifts into a burning golden brown. He is giving that strange and calculating gaze as if I'm just a mere illusion. Nonetheless, even when it almost seems like he is still in doubt about my presence, there is something in him that has just awakened.
"It's really you..." he whispers in disbelief.
As soon as he speaks again, I snap back from walking down the memory lane of my nightmare. I also realize that I have been so caught up in the moment of seeing him after many years that have passed.
"Aziel," I say his name, then roughly withdraw my hand from his hold and take a few ste
