Chapter 35

The clothes he wore today suited him better. Although it looked rather faded, it covered the worrying scars on his ankles and calves. He stood under the shade of a tree opposite the road. He looked a little down. Zion led his men across the road. They then surrounded him. Steve looked somewhat normal today. He did not wear his hooded sweatshirt and seemed to have washed his face. A youthful aura seemed to emanate from his very bones. He was tall, with skin as fair as the moon. His freshly washed face appeared flawless, especially his captivating eyes. His jet-black hair fell messily across his face. In the current lighting, he seemed to outshine any celebrity. I stood in the light. My gaze was fixed on his slender fingers, and my breathing sped up. In his hand was a bundle of lollipops tied together with a red string. He seemed to look forward to my appearance at the wedding. Did he look forward to me being alive? Or did he look forward to me crashing the wedding? "Stephie…"