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He should've just let the gargoyle hit her her. Wednesday felt his heated stare before she could open her eyes. The girl didn't have to see him to know that he was there. You could feel the heat rising by the minute wherever they were. She knew she'd soon have to open her eyes eventually. However she'd decided to play dead for a bit longer to see if he'd say anything.
James studied her face like she was some priceless piece of art. He knew she was alive at the very least. Besides that he was simply examining how she physically changed since last time they met. She looked to be about two inches taller, her once freshly cut bangs had become curled and wispy, and her lips—
Wednesday's flickered open searching the room for something. "Looking for someone?" Her eyes moved to the perpetrator who stood above her.
Just like that fire and the darkest of nights had collided once more.
Wednesday didn't get to see him before she was taken to the ground. James Lorenzo's physical appearance had changed too, a lot.
Instead of 5'8 he appeared to now be around 6'0. He'd put on some muscle, his hair had grown, and she could see too little piercings in both of his ears. However the look in his eyes stood out the most. Blazing with betrayal and an emotion she could only identify as sadness. No sign of chaos for miles.
