Arthur did not say a word, as he stared motionlessly straight ahead.
Melisa had a maniac look in her eyes. The anger from her eyes showed the scared girl within, the ghost who failed in her love as she craved for it, all these times. Arthur could see the pain beneath it and her soul drowning in this persona she had carved to fit a world of indifference. But he can not help someone like that, not unless the tears come, and she realizes what's really going on.
Her tears rolled down her smoldered cheek, as grief engulfed her. With not much choice, she accepted her fate. Looking up to meet Arthur's indifferent gaze, she trembled. His cold eyes pierced her. In front of him, she felt exposed. As if she could not hide anything from him. She was under great pressure that was emanating from him.
Was this the power of Wizards? She wondered.
Sitting still in her place, her lips trembled before she started with her story.
