Maya ran toward him, but stopped just short of touching his pristine silks, as if suddenly remembering the 'noble' he appeared to be.
"You... you haven't changed at all." She said, her eyes fixed on his face. She had been young back then, but she could never forget the man who had appeared like a ghost in their lives.
And right now, there was not a single thing about him that seemed different from her memory.
"Even after ten years, you haven't changed at all. As if you never aged one bit," she said and Alias froze.
Ten years? It was no longer she was this big.
"I thought you were dead. But Theo said... Theo said you were coming back. That you would definitely come back since you promised." She added softly.
The weight of the words hit Alias harder than the gravity of the world. He had promised to be back in a year or two, but he took longer.
Ten years. To him, it had been a few minutes of careful painting, but to Theo, it had been an entire decade of waiting in the dirt.
