A dark eye.
Iris, pupil, and sclera were indistinguishable from one another.
The darkness filling them seemed to stretch infinitely deep.
A distance that couldn't be crossed.
A window that had been closed shut, on which she could see her own reflection perfectly.
"Mark?"
She wanted him to talk.
She wanted him to say something.
Elisa realized that he had been quiet all this time. That would have preferred him talking.
She wanted him to appease her worries.
He didn't.
His finger pushed further against her lower lips.
She immediately moved to get his hand off, fighting against the bodily pleasure.
But before she could reach, he roughly grabbed her wrist with his other hand, pinning it next to her head.
She reached with her other hand.
"Mark! I said-"
He kissed her before she could say another word.
