That Type of Look That Can Only Mean an Immaculate Determination
She stared at the man in front of her, a type of stare that only she could muster. There was something inside him that boiled with indignation with the look she gave, as though all parts of his existence had been overshadowed by it.
He hated it.
Lunging at her face in an attempt to remove her facial expression, she sidestepped with a carefree smile as the man face-planted onto the ground.
"Why?!" He glared at her as she gave an unworried laugh.
"Well, it's kind of inevitable, don't you think?"
Standing up, he watched her once more, all forms of emotions focused on the gaze on her eyes. An immaculate determination, he mused. Something completely foreign to him.
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