The sun has since dusted its way to almost nothing but a promise for tomorrow when I reach the almost three meter long doors hand carved with intricate tribal patterns.
“Leaving so soon.”
Three words said, three simple words that coming from anybody else would have meant nothing, but coming from that voice, that sickening yet poisonous voice that reels me in, causes shock.
My glass dropping on the floor, crashing into the tiles that have been shone for today's extravagance kind of shock.
Unable to really believe my ears, I spin around, coming face to face with the man I have hoped to never see again, Vincent f*****g Stone.
I am not going to lie and say that seeing him standing here, in his father’s house after so long doesn't cause my insides to melt, doesn't elicit waves of heat to r
