His voice was so gentle.
Cruel, yet gentle.
Slowly slicing her heart into pieces.
Shimmering tears filled her eyes, streaming down from the corners and moistening the man's fingertips that were on her face.
She turned her head to look out the window, tears pouring endlessly down her cheeks.
She cried silently, not making a sound, the serene sunlight on her face illuminating her pupils into a dull golden color. Tears rolled down from that faint gold, staining her thin dress with a patch of a darker color.
Her face was so pale it was transparent.
After a long while, she finally sighed lightly, taking a tissue from her bag to wipe her reddened eyes.
"You wanted the baby, and now you don't," she lowered her head and laughed softly, "Alright. If you won't accommodate me, then it's up to me to accommodate you."
Trenton Smith turned his head to look at her.
Norris Moore turned her head, her gaze meeting Trenton's.
