Chapter 32

Dorian’s POV

“Brother,” he said as he stretched his arms forth for a hug. He looked almost the same as he did years ago. He had a smile on his face that I remember only slightly. His face hardly changed, it just got longer, more mature, like a older Max, like if he was actually given the opportunity to grow up into himself, life if he wasn’t snatched away from us by death.

Oh goodness how is this even possible! How does he looked almost the exact same! How does his voice sound the same except that its child-ish glint has been replaced with a much more mature baritone! Even his expression, his stance, his face, his eyes! How is this even possible!

“i have waited for this moment for years. I have imagined how it will feel like to re-unite with my family again.” His mouth cracked into a smile as his voice reverberated through the large abyss that was the room.

It carried through the air like sounds in an echo chamber, like wind rustling through the woods.