Chapter 42- Hazel eyes
The abyss
stares back at us.
~Friedrich Nietzsche
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“I’m so sorry,” Esther’s head lowered to the ground immediately after apologizing, breaking their unending eye contact after realizing how long she stared at him. It took her a great effort to look away from those trapping gaze, his foreign aura causing a crawl on her skin.
It felt almost forever when no one spoke, just his towering figure looming over her discreetly. The environment was tense with the guests’ attention on who had walked in, but Esther was a prisoner to the mysterious hazel eyes.
She could still feel his gaze on her, crawling around her skin and slightly causing her to gulp. Esther caught the sight of blood stained all over his shirt, and she could recall those splashes on his pale skin. It seemed he was among the people that the sudden tragic death of the victim’s blood was smeared all over. But his body was drenched the most.