Eva remained nestled against Xylon's shoulder, the weight of her emotions heavy upon her.
Time seemed to stretch as they sat together, a silent tableau of support and understanding.
Xylon held his position, a steadfast presence that offered solace without intrusion..
It wasn't until he heard the telltale sound of her sobs that he stirred.
The heartrending sound tugged at his heartstrings, stirring a mix of empathy and concern.
Gently, he urged her away, creating a space between them to better assess her well-being.
Their eyes met, and he was met with a plea, her voice laden with vulnerability.
"Please don't look at me." Her words hung in the air, a stark admission of her inner turmoil and her reluctance to expose her pain to his gaze.
The vulnerability in her eyes mirrored the pain she carried within.
Eva's face was a canvas of pain, every contour reflecting the torment that had taken hold of her.
