She watched him leave, a tiny voice in the back of her mind screaming at her to at least try and get him back into that room. But she does more.
Her hands push against the nearest wall, as she manages to pull herself up into a sitting position, almost fainting with the pain.
For the first time, she almost p i t i e d the ones she killed, as she lets out a cry of pain, leaning heavily against the wall, unable to do anymore.
She croaks his name first, then calls it louder, tears pricking her eyes, no matter how hard she tried to push them down, threatening to spill at any moment.
“Pan !” Her lip trembles, eyes sliding closed.
She really was weak.
Stop.
Hands gripped on the doorknob, he froze. He turned his head slightly towards her, piercing eyes dared not to look at the other.
How? How does she know? He never told her, not anyone. How? This doesn’t make sense. Does anyone know? Why would she know? How? How? How? How? How?How?How?How?How? HOW?
“How do you know my name?” He croaked, weakened by the mention of his name, the name no soul d a r e d to utter. He let go of the doorknob, briskly walking towards her, eyes bloodshot with anger. “How do you know my name?!” He yelled, looking at her with fierce eyes, almost like daggers. He then grabbed her by the neck, his jaw slightly clenching.
“Don’t make me repeat what I said.”