Right at this time when everything was about to combust into one big supernova, a light chuckle sounded, followed by a strange voice. "My dear. You can stop now. I have taken care of everything."
More shocking was the fact that Sylvia seemed to have somehow responded to the voice and stopped in her tracks, now staring dumbfoundedly into the darkness.
Sylvia stood frozen. She couldn't believe it. She did not want to believe it.
And yet... the voice was unmistakably his.
For a moment, the blood spilled around her, the smell of the gruesome war, everything was forgotten. All she could see was that familiar outline and all she could think about was that voice. Her mind became blank and her body was not responding.
"I am sorry. I got here a little late." The figure stepped out of the darkness with a sheepish smile and an awkward demeanor. He ruffled his long unkempt yet gorgeous hair as if he was uncomfortable but he did not break his eye contact even once.
