56 Cold-blooded, Heartless, Calvin.

The years had passed but my hearts reaction whenever it knows his presence is still the same. Slowly, I turned and look up at him who was like a cruel King looking at his low ranked servant on that grand staircase wearing a white long sleeved polo shirt and a black slacks.

From here where I was standing, it was as if I was looking a god.

My breathing hitched upon seeing his face again after all these years. I only realized now how much I missed him and how much my heart yearns to see that face everyday.

His physical feauture changed. It become more hard and his face matured even more. Though, he still looked young. His brows met and his aura were dark as the stormy night and his lips were shut tightly. His broad shoulders were more defined now and I know beneath that clothes is a seductive body of a hunk.