Hearing footsteps the brunette looks up, gaze cold but not as detached as usual when there was too much history between them for her to be unaffected by his reappearance. “Should have known you’d show up sooner or later.” The words were harsh and much less than he deserved but bitterness and anger had seeped so deeply into her that she didn’t know how to be anything but cruel any more. It felt safer that way in a world that’s only certainty was death.








