The young man before him felt completely familiar and unfamiliar to Sebastian, like the youth from six years ago.
The young man carried an confident and arrogant grace with himself, his black eyes lifted into a mocking expression as he asked. "Hmm. Didn't expect me?"
He tilted his head to the side, his lips twisted into a mocking smile; the light in his eyes went a darker shade reflected by the light. "You must have thought I was dead."
Then his head lifted upwards as he let out an eerie chuckle, "I'm sorry to disappoint you. But I'm not dead, so I can't grant your wish."
Sebastian couldn't explain how he felt; too many emotions ran through him, too many conflicting emotions hit him at the same time.
Genuine joy, relief, happiness, confusion, and many other emotions grew inside him, and he clenched onto the chair as he tried to settle himself.
