He’s the exact same as he was months ago. Clean-shaven, a little too gorgeous for mere mortals, with soulless grey eyes, yet there’s a hint of something new I never noticed before.

He feels my eyes on him and glances at me for a second, locking onto my blues and I see it more intensely. A weird softness in place of what used to be utter cold. It’s around his eyes, his mouth, that icy, harsh and sadistic that I always saw there seems to have calmed a little, and when he looks at me, instead of hatred, I can’t decipher what is there instead. Something that turns my insides...