33. EVIL SPIRIT

He walked gingerly near the river. His face morphed into confusion. Denzel was never confused about his feelings until he met Aerwyna. He was cold and distant, he did whatever he wanted to.

He accepted his fate on the edge of everything and decided to go with the flow. But now, he was confused. He thought more and more and became more restless. His thoughts was all over the place making him hiss on his every thought.

His fingers shook as his heart pounded. The moonlight felt on his face making him sigh under the fading light. He suddenly felt liking dancing in the woods out of no where. Without knowing that he was not alone, he shrugged his denim jacket away from his body and held it sleeves, near the wrist in his right hand. Left sleeve fell limp on his shoulder as he softly clutched the jacket from the waist. A smile dancing on his lips, as he passionately awaken his lost dream.