She pushed aside the wet hair stuck to her face with water dripping from the tip of her drenched hair. His red eyes retained a mixture of calmness and poise but like Zamiel's, there was a brewing storm laying beneath it, although his personality differed from Zamiel's blank and enigmatic one.
He seemed like a reposed gentleman, but she couldn't help but be in wary of the mischievous glint flashing across his red eyes.
"I can't go back." He voice came out in a cracked whisper as her face lowered to the floor. She felt tears stinging the back of her eyes but she forced them back, preventing a single tear from dropping. She was at the verge of evading Draco and the nightmare he caused her, but it seemed as if there was no escaping for her.
He had turned her entire world of comfort and solace to a world of darkness pervading it, encompassed with endless guilt and pain, but it mostly revolved around hatred now.
