Perspective is a funny thing;
Stirling Thomas, those two words alone were enough to have anyone running in the opposite direction and cowering in fear.
The town has heard all of the rumours, they know he has just been released from prison and they...
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"You're their leader, aren't you?"
It was strange, probably the strangest moment that has ever passed between us.
As those words left my lips, his demeanour changed. There was something set so deeply inside of him that it made up his core.
Failure.
His eyes might've been probing, icy and disconnected but it wasn't in a bid to intimidate me. It was because deep down inside, Stirling was feeling those negative emotions towards himself.
His expression echoed the demeanour of his inward thinking. He was a cloud of darkness, entrapped by it. Feeling like he failed. Angry, not at me but at himself. He knew he was nothing but a disappointment. The self-acknowledgment in this moment was blaring like neon lights and a loud siren.
"You think I'm their leader and yet you're still dumb enough to question me?" His voice was just a violent and menacing growl, low and rough.
