Ariel’s P.O.V. (Continued)

“One day, they will kill you in cold blood and you will still think that they threw red paint on you.”

“Ariel. Ariel.” I flinched harder in fear and snapped out of that memory when Tony yelled my name in panic.

“Are you nuts?” Winston yelled at him while holding my hand gently. “She is sensitive to loud voices. Don’t you know?” He added it while gritting his teeth.

It took me a few seconds to comprehend the real situation around me.

“When did this happen?” I heard Tony asking Winston with a confused expression on his face.

“His eyes.” I whispered in a trance.

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