Returning from where he hid, he stood there again, smirking at me.
Returning from where he was, his best friend was still alongside him.
Returning from where he had been, his green eyes was now a shade darker, his jaw clenched, noise red, hair ruffled and his lips quivered.
Returning from his holiday, if I should say, he was back. Right when I gave up.
Returning back again, he grinned at me, and it felt as if it was all happening again.
Returning from where he came from, he still used the same routine which I hadn't seen in 46 days.
Returning home, he glowered at it, like he used to, he watched as the ash fell, but he looked away. I didn't. I watched as the ash dispersed into air and dropped to the ground turning into dust.
Returning from his hiding place, his black combat boots hovered over it and then quickly stomped on it, then his eyes met mine. He gave a tight, forced smile. I knew what that meant.
Returning to his usual spot, but leaving according to the time he should, the smile he gave me meant he forgot me.
Returning the smile, I walked away, my heart breaking into one million pieces on his boots.
