In the darkness of the night, and the symphony of midnight rain lulled every soul to slumber, Maxen and Olivia found themselves staring at each other.
While Maxen was all ears and ready to listen, Olivia, on the other hand, was having a hard time spilling her heart out.
It's not that Olivia didn't trust Maxen, or his opinion didn't matter to her. But telling somebody her concerns was something she wasn't used to since she grew up doing things on her own and deciding things for herself.
The truth is, she could feel it. She could feel the water rising from her neck up to her chin, drowning her.
And if she refused to share her worries, by reaching out for a hand to pull her up from the water, she would truly then be swallowed by the tides of her contemplations.
Propping herself up with her elbows, she eventually sat on the bed with her knees brought closer to her chest.
