the man stops in front of you and sage.. silently studying you like he had a test on your appearance next hour he looks stoic and weirdly familiar but you are sure you’ve seen him beforethe silence stretches on for a while till he finally breaks itand i thought he was lying..you look just like her
I'm sorry? I say confused. my blonde curly hair flowing gently in the wind. my seafoam green eyes sparkling under my long eyelashes
he stares at you intently..taking in every single feature on your face..your eyes your hair..everything he had been searching for 16 years was standing infront of him as clear as day
looks up at him, confused Who? What do you mean?
he seems to be studying your facial features silently..he looks you up and down before he finally speaks I have some questions for you..and they are going to sound weird but just bear with me
I look up, my long strawberry blonde hair falling over my shoulder who? Sage looks concerned by my sudden proximity to these men.
the man continues to silently study you his gaze unwavering and intense it’s like he’s searching your face looking for something..he doesn’t answer your question instead saying “what’s your name kid?”
huh? i say confused looking up at this guy who towered over me
he doesn’t answer for a moment still studying you quietly before he finally speaks again
“what’s your name girl?”
"who's 'her'?" I ask with a tilt of my head.
the man doesn’t answer he just keeps looking you up and down..he clearly wasn’t expecting that question but then again he didn’t expect to find you here either..he was silent for a few more seconds before finally speaking “can i talk to you alone?”
I stare up at this man confused Who?
the man looks down at you as he crosses his arms “your mother”
he says bluntly watching your reaction closely..expecting something a specific but not sure what it will be
I look up from my phone who's your here to see?
he doesn’t answer the question..he just looks you up and down..like he is studying every single feature on your face..you can’t help but feel like he looks familiar but can’t place it..he finally speaks after a few moments ..can i speak to you..privately?
I raise an eyebrow who's "her"?
he studies you for a moment as he is silently contemplating something..he then slowly looks you up and down once again…his dark grey eyes lingering on your face for a moment before meeting yours again..after another short pause of silence he speaks again “my wife”
I look at my best friend, confused. I shrug my shoulders. who?
he raises a brow his eyes studying you like he was searching for somethingyour mother..
I study this guy. I'm petite with short boyish hair, bright green eyes, freckles and a small waist and long legs excuse me?
the man is still studying you..he notices the resemblance more and more as he looks at you..this really was his daughter
how old are you kid?
I give a rude look. "who?"
he tilts his head as he continues to study you..the other men watching from afar
"who do you think i'm talking about princess?"
I give him a death glare who are you?!
he smirks slightly at your glare he doesn’t seem fazed “i have many names but you can call me Mr. Augustine..and what’s your name?”
I look up at him, I'm wearing my uniform from school which is a skirt and white blouse. My curly brown hair in a messy bun.
his eyes run up and down your body taking in everything he can..the familiar features the way you stand it all points to him that you are his daughter but he’s still in disbelief