Sadiki's body felt like lead, every muscle frozen, every breath shallow as Drystan's form retreated. The soft creak of the door as it opened rang in Sadiki's ears, each second stretching out like an eternity. He could feel his heart shattering, pieces of it falling away with every step Drystan took.
But still, he couldn't move. He stood there, helpless, watching the man he loved slip away, the words he longed to say trapped somewhere deep inside him.
Drystan hesitated at the doorway, just for a moment, as though he was waiting, hoping, that Sadiki would stop him. That Sadiki would call out, tell him something, anything, to make this all make sense.
But the silence between them was louder than any argument. It was the silence of things left unsaid, of feelings buried too deep to reach.
