It was like nature had connected them again. Because Joyce did not see anywhere else, rather than directly into the eyes of the person who was staring at her.
The clothes for horrible, tattered to be honest. The skin, it looked like he had not taken about four months at a stretch. The hair was matted completely and the face looked rugged.
It was the eyes that haunted her the most. The eyes, beautiful blue eyes that her brother had seems like they have seen every horror in the world. In fact, it looks like it was not her brother at all.
The connection that they had always shared, remained in between them, Joyce gravitated towards her brother. She knew it was him.
Charles stepped in front of her, cutting her view of him. "Is this Declan O'Sullivan, Joyce?"
Harassment to the back of his head that was visible to her. Charles had completely cut her view of Declan so she could not even look at him anymore. "Yes." She answered him.
