Over time, it had continued to get scarier and scarier the older you grew, the more distant Simon got, His eyes looking more faint as the years passed.
Just now sitting on the edge of a small hill you looked down on your hands not sure what to say. He sat next to you, a few fresher scars signing his face and arms. Bruises covering his skin.
Little insight of the first Chapter of 'The Shadow Of My Flame'