It was as if I was looking at a mirror.
Or if I cloned myself.
But it wasn't the me that I was currently.
It was my past self.
My heart ached,
at the sight of him.
His eyes were red and eyelashes wet as if he had just spent the last decade crying.
Who hurt him?
Who would hurt him?
I don't know why I felt so protective of a man who I didn't know anything about.
But seeing him in that state hurt me.
Too much....
