It felt like an earthquake, sending debris flying everywhere but they didn't actually shake with their surroundings.
So it was not a natural catastrophe.
Then, amidst the chaos filled atmosphere, Jax heard a soft voice. It felt so familiar and raised a weird feeling in his chest.
"Don't," It was almost like a whisper amidst the turbulent situation that was oh so full of uproar and clatter.
Where was this voice coming from? Or from whom?
The view tilted in front of him, presenting a different angle of the situation that was playing out in front of him.
Now he was able to see what his older version was looking at by tilting his head upward so much as if he was studying the ceiling.
In the ceiling, there was a small but hand ball sized hole and through that he saw someone looking down at him.
No. This person was looking at 'Jax', her eyes filled with a myriad of emotions until Jax couldn't put a finger on one alone.
