As he hugged her closely, Sylvia could feel the man's heart beating, pounding loudly, just as fast as hers was.
He didn't say anything else. He didn't make any promises. He didn't give any apologies or explanations.
Yet Sylvia had never felt more closer to the man as she did right now. A tear seeped out of her eye without her permission, not because she was sad but because she finally felt at peace.
The two of them silently sat together, one on top of the other, with their bodies tightly crushed together. Neither even made the slightest move, unwilling to disturb the moment.
Coincidentally, the two other occupants of the carriage also sat still, but their mouths were wide open and their throats were parched.
They both looked at the unbelievable scene in front of them and gulped in unison. They couldn't believe that the man in front of them was in fact, Mikel.
