"Sam..."
He snapped his head, drawing his lips away from my hands, and faced me. The side of his lips curled up into a gentle smile as his eyes softened.
"Did you miss me?" he asked in a low tone, guiding my hand to his lips with his eyes on me. "Because I do, and words aren't enough to describe how I longed for you."
His voice went past my ears, as I could only stare at him like a fool. He truly looked like Sam, speak like Sam, and felt like Sam.
"Wake up, Lilou," I whispered, laughing under my breath as I grip his hand tightly. His brows arched briefly as I smirked.
"Your ability... it's great," I commended, and he frowned. "It is so great that it shouldn't have existed."
"Love, it's -- "
"Lakresha." I closed my eyes so as not to see his face while I rip him apart. A large scythe formed under my hand. "Be thankful. Your death will be quick and relatively painless."
