Though I wanted to come up with a comeback, I suddenly fell silent.
Leaning down to me, his daring, stark blue eyes with a daring look in them, along with his daring words and a finger placed under my chin as if to emphasize his words, stunned me into silence.
A presence so engulfing and overwhelming, along with an expression brimming with life, making one want to snatch it, take it, and seize it for myself and myself alone.
In my first vision of Henry, he was filled with sadness and regret, hatred and thirst for vengeance—so different and yet so similar to now, the intensity of his feelings always pouring out of him, making me feel that these emotions were palpable.
I was never an especially cold-hearted person, at least, I would say so.
Yet seeing someone drown in their feelings, him being pulled in so deep that everyone around him would get drenched as well, was simply breathtaking to witness.
