Violet's POV
I took a long puff of the cigarette and looked up towards the sky. It looked like the water was glittering under the bright moonlight. I squinted my eyes at the figure sitting on the sand, with his head supported on his knees.
Hunter?
I threw the cig to the ground and walked towards the guy. He probably heard me as he turned around to look. My heart stopped when I took in his appearance. He seemed to have aged ten years since the morning, when I last saw him. I felt my heart lurch at the sight of his bloodshot eyes.
Had he been crying? I have never seen him cry. Suddenly all the thoughts from before flew away from my mind and now all I wanted to do was hold him and tell him it's okay. Like he did for me at my father's funeral.
He blinked at me. Then a slow smile appeared on his face. My eyes caught the sight of two empty bottles lying beside him while there was a third one in his hand.
Yep, he's drunk.
He pointed a finger at me, "You look like her."
