The room was quiet, devoid of any coherent sound.
No voice was heard. No one was talking. No one was whispering.
Only two pairs of gleaming eyes were speaking to each other, conveying unspoken words that each expected to be understood in the subdued air.
One wanted to be freed, while the other was unwilling to let go.
And the one who wanted to be freed tried to pose a daring move, holding the other's gaze, which was unwaveringly aimed at her.
It was so intense, just like every time it was aimed at her, as it always tried to pierce deep inside her soul. Even the minimum amount of light could not resist her feelings to perceive the intensity.
But she tried to compose herself this time, not willing to succumb, despite her fervor to vanish from his sight, as her opponent had taken advantage of her defenselessness, and she wanted to reprimand him by holding his gaze on hers.
