NARRATOR'S POV
Silver light illuminated around the two, as the silence swallowed them whole.
Unable to speak, unable to move.
They just stayed still like statues.
Only the pounding of their hearts could be felt, accompanied by the pain it created. Both wish to speak, yet word refuses to form in their mind. To exit such a situation is painstaking to perform.
To turn and leave will hurt the one you love, but to step forward may cause pain to oneself.
Fidgeting hands and longing eyes.
Gaping mouth, aching hearts.
Why does love have to be so complicated?
"My~ what a sticky situation the two of you have stumbled into" a woman spoke: red-painted lips, clear blue eyes, wavy black hair, and a mole under her eye. The woman stood tall at the upper end of the staircase, looking down at the people below her.
As if... they were mere insects.
Insignificant, annoying fest.
