(Christian’s POV)
Those thoughts I hear, the smell, the looks and everything that sorrounds me is that I am sensitive to it. But what thing I am doing is to pretend. That is the best thing that I can do for now.
Now, I was looking unto his face. I mean, Second’s face. I can smell the anxious as well as being afraid to me. His sweat I bearly see it and those eyes were telling me that he is not comfortable of what I am doing right now. “So this is how, I really feel.” I uttered infront of me.
I can hear his whisper on the lowe tone that he may did, “why he is looking at me?”
“I want to clarify a lot of things about me.” Then I look the door. “Someone is coming.” I said.
He also leans his attention towards that direction. “There is no someone that knocks the door.” And watch me, “then I
