C22 Long Time No See

It was Sawyer. Six years had passed, and his looks had changed significantly, but the malice in his eyes when he smiled was just as repulsive as ever. Seeing him, I couldn't help but recall the twenty-year-old version of him, gripping the knife in my hand and plunging it into my father's chest. The vivid memory of blood splattering before my eyes resurfaced.

Rage and hatred flared up in my chest