The man's pupils dilated when he saw her reaching out. Lola was paralyzed from the waist down, but her upper body functioned as normally as ever. And yet, even though he knew what she was trying to do, her words left him frozen in place.
"Have you… ever considered that this might not be a curse? Or a gift? What if it's a punishment bestowed upon you by the heavens—for trying to play God?"
As soon as the words left her lips, his hood slipped off his shoulders and down his back.
The moment their eyes met, she felt her own widen.
Staring back at her were a pair of dark, naturally brooding eyes. He looked just as surprised as she did, but she couldn't tell what had startled him. Was it because she had removed his hood? Or because of what she had said?
He looks younger than I thought.
That was the first thing that crossed her mind. Then she noticed the unusually dark circles beneath his eyes. He looked exhausted.
