The coldness of his gaze was unmistakable, and Sherly could feel the chill as she sat there, adjusting her dress as though it would provide some shield from his disapproval. She could sense his inner turmoil, the barrage of thoughts racing through his mind as he maintained his silence. It was disheartening to see him this way, especially when she remembered how warm and sweet he used to be. There was a time when Vin's smile could light up a room, and his words could soothe any worry she had. Now, that warmth was replaced with a distant, icy demeanor that felt almost impenetrable.
"You look good," Sherly said, her voice breaking the silence once more as she attempted to reach across the chasm that had grown between them. She knew it wasn't much, but it was an effort to bridge the gap, to remind him of the familiarity they once shared.
