I watched as how Nixel drives away from us, disappearing from his sight. That's it? It's officially done? No reward, no nothing? Erik said to himself, when suddenly, he heard a sigh coming from his right and his eyes widen he saw Owen standing tall right next to him. He almost forgotten that he was still there, breathing the same air as him. Holy shit.
I averted my gaze from him when he noticed that I was looking at him for how long now. After how many years of not talking to him, this is where it ends? Fuck. He looks down on his feet, trying to control himself from picking his fingers. It was a bad habit that he stopped but it came back after that.
Owen could feel the tension between them and it was also affecting him. He doesn't know how to deal with this after running away from it for so many years. He could only rub his eyes behind his glasses before talking to the blonde guy that was inches shorter than him.
