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Sara Scott POV

It's been  three months since the incident, Andre's has been a shadow of himself, he doesn't laugh, neither does he talk anymore, I feel gradually his giving in to the demon within, a demon that's set to destory the colour in his life.

"Son!!". I called out to him as he veers to meet myr glare, "yes please" he frowns and slowly fills up the distance between us.

"I'll be going to the market, do you perhaps need anything?". I asked.

"No, mom," he says and walked past donning the same dull look on his face.

I watched him amble further, Indeed...