Taken aback by how his beloved suddenly started shooting him a pointed gaze, Zen went silent still for a moment and stared back at Anastasia.
Her ocean blue eyes seemingly darkened at that very second, telling him of their unfathomable depth. He never saw her muster such a scornful expression before - at least not that one directed to him.
"Sia...?"
At his flabbergasted call, Anastasia forces herself to snap out of it and collect herself together again. As much as she wants to go hysterical or throw everything off at that very minute, she feels the need to keep her cool. She can't let her rampaging emotions get the best of her.
All she has now are her incomplete memories, after all. There's still a lot of missing puzzle pieces. She can't look at the bigger picture at this point, and no matter how much her past reeks of nothing but tragedy, she needs to put the pieces back together.
