The right one

Rose's point of views :

He finally looked up.

He had his mask on that covered half of his face but as soon he looked up, those deep as ocean, brown eyes met mine and it was as if the time just stopped.

I already knew who he was.

And then finally...

He took off his mask.

A soft gasp escaped my mouth and my hands instinctively went down.

He is here...

Is he really?

Am I dreaming?

I pinched myself. It did hurt.

He is actually here standing in front of me staring right back at me. He has changed. He looks different with a grown beard and long hair that reached upto his shoulder.

Yet his stare still had an effect on me.

With his gaze firm on me, he said nothing but simply stared back unblinked. While I couldn't form words too.

This feels unreal.

Why do all the fairytales feel true each time he looks back at me?

"Are you okay?" He asked back in voice lacing concern that got me out of my trance.

I noticed how my breathing has gotten rapid now.

His expression wasn't his characteristic stoic