iamreginee
I walked from the kitchen toward the basement door, pausing for a moment to make sure no one had seen me.
My hand hovered over the knob as I debated whether this was even a good idea.
I let out a small breath, then twisted it open.
I closed the door behind me and slowly walked downstairs.
When I reached the bottom, I stopped.
My eyes slowly lifted.
There was a boy, rather man, sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. His head was lowered, like he had given up.
Then I noticed blood.
"Oh my God," I whispered.
I took a careful step forward without thinking, despite every warning in my head.
The moment I moved closer, he lifted his head.
I froze.
My breath caught completely in my chest.
I recognized those eyes.
It was him.
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