Breelia's POV
His voice, the same voice that made me feel emotions that I couldn't quite explain, was the same voice I heard.
I was scared to turn, for fear that it would be just on my head like earlier today, but the immense smell of wood and musk that filled my nostrils made me realize he was here.
Slowly and steadily with an erratic heartbeat, I turned to face him and there he was most of his facial features were hidden underneath his white hoodie but I knew it was him without a doubt.
I rushed up and wrapped my arms around his neck, as that was all I wanted to do at that time.
"Grey," my voice was quiet, but a huge sigh of relief left my mouth as I said the name of the one person that meant the entire universe to me.
"I'm sorry," he whispered and his voice sounded such like he was in pain.
There was music in the place and I knew we couldn't speak here so I pulled away from him slowly and dragged him out of there.
