"Good morning," seeing Malcolm every time was a reminder of that night and it wasn't a very pleasant memory to me.
I ran a hand through my face to wake myself fully if I hadn't woken up by his arrival already.
I tried not to lift my eyes as I knew I would want to get my hands on him.
"I heard what you did," he stood in front of the cell to get my attention, "I don't remember you being this powerful," he had a hint of mockery in his voice as if he was wanting me to recall how miserable I was back that night.
"I know, I know!" he mumbled, "you hate me for that night. But you know what they about pain making someone strong? I see if worked," as he mumbled very ignorantly, I felt compelled to raise my face and glared at him.
"Ahhh! See this anger!" he looked so satisfied with himself.
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