"Are you sure you are comfortable with this? There is still time to run away. Your fiance is not known to be a gentle type and he already has a mistress" That was a voice he would have ever thought to hear again in this life.
Many firsts in his life had been taken by this very voice - his first friend, his first betrayal, even his first death in a way.
His blue-green eyes met hazel ones who smiled a lazy smile at him.
All Noah could do was to look at the ghost of a friend in front of him. He had put it all behind right? He had when the war had broken out because of this very smile. He should not be affected by it any longer.
And all Noah had felt at that time was 'It's my fault it all happened.'