Iris Harris walked over, sat at his bedside, and lifted her eyes slightly to look at him.
James Mason's face, pale and haggard, her gaze fell upon his skin, where there were tiny white scars, barely visible to the naked eye.
"Elaine said, all these years, you've been waiting for me too, right?"
James looked into her eyes, smiled faintly, and softly said, "Yes."
Clinging to those memories, keeping the promises of the past, struggling to survive, all for the day when he could once more appear before her and tell her he had returned.
But when did such feelings start to grow more extreme, more uncontrollable?
He had become unrecognizable, while she continued to chase the man who bore the same face as his past self, someone who replaced everything about him, his family, his career, even his life, and even his face.
He had struggled in a hell so dark it saw no daylight, fighting with all his might, while that person replaced everything of his, even robbing him of his reason to live.
