CAST OUT
The voice was calm, and not harsh, the voice she recognized was Aziel.
“Aziel?” She asked to be sure.
“Yes. Can’t you see me?”
“I can’t see without my glasses.”
Aziel squat beside her, tucking her loose hair neatly behind her ears. And use his wiper to wipe her tears off her face. He saw the hands of Kenzo on the side of her face. So close to her eyes. He sighed. That’s Kenzo for you.
He felt pity for her, cause he was letting out his anger on her, though she was innocent. He wanted to help her, but he doesn’t know how to.
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