It has been more than twenty-four hours since the incident. A night and a whole day had passed and now was the middle of the next night. I knew that much. But from his eyes, I could say that he hadn't slept a wink in between the incident and now. I knew it from just a glance.
He looked very tired. His hair was dishevelled and his eyes were red. They were still red like the last time I saw them the day before. Victor had this habit to hide his emotions, despite that, I could always read what exactly he is feeling from his eyes. I could read his eyes. And this time, all I see in those eyes were anger and trouble. He was looking at me with those red eyes and I couldn't help but reach out to him to ask what exactly was making him feel that way.
I stretch my hand and touched his face. "You're here," I muttered slightly squinting my eyes.
He didn't answer me and it scared the hell out of me. He wasn't willing to talk which meant he still hadn't forgiven me.
