No! That can't be!
My mind screamed. I can't believe what I'm seeing right now. How can this happen?
"She should not come in contact with this side of me," he muttered.
I felt extremely cold and desolate. I felt like I would never be able to get out of this endlessly dark tunnel. How did we live with each other and I never even caught a glimpse of this side of him.
No, it can't be him. His silhouette might just look like him. I was in denial.
But when I saw his watch and smelled his familiar scent, I knew that no matter how my heart would try to justify this situation my mind knows that he is the culprit. That no matter how hard I try to justify why he is here and how he came to know about this room, it will never assuage the doubts that I am starting to have about him.
Ashton Kempt is the culprit!
