The Internet
Seven spoke with a calmness that Milkos had never experienced, he paused his Fishhook to make sure that those words actually came out of his friend's mouth.
Seven stared at the masked man, with the intent to see through the mask.
“I have seen eyes like yours before.” The masked man moved closer to Seven, invading his personal space. “Eyes that were once innocent and pure, of all hope and love, but were later broken, shattered to bits, like sandy shards of glass. Then, the soul, instead of healing, retreats and sustains itself by not functioning at all. Picking up new survival patterns – like gazing into the face of danger without cowering at death.”
Hot Chapters