I flash a small smile when Viscos occupy the chair in front of me. He looks restless and tired but still handsome as ever. What would I expect from the one of the most famous man in Belgium- Duke Viscos Des Merode.
"What's with that face?" He curiously query, sounding a little uneasy.
He's leaving tomorrow. It suddenly sadden me. These past few days is quiet ironic because it feels like I am starting to get better but I also often get sad. I thought it was because of the things I missed before, the things I didn't saw because I keep on gazing down on my feet afraid to make a wrong steps but then no. I often get sad because the real fear is now standing right in front of me. You wouldn't get scared with the things you are afraid not until you saw it in front of you.
"Do you really have to return? Isn't it too soon?" I tried to stop him.
He laugh lowly, and comfortably lean his back on the chair.
