In the evening, the daylight inside the house was poor, and with the curtains drawn, it became even darker and more suffocating. The two entangled figures, like Zoey, silently blended into the golden sand and dust buried in the light, resembling a shadow play in motion.
"Capone, don't be like this... please..." she whimpered and cried, but he couldn't let go.
Lips on her eyelids sucked away her tears, his arms tightly wrapped around her, whispering, "Then say you will never leave again, that you are mine, always with me."
Sophia pursed her lips in silence; such a promise had long since lost its meaning, as time had changed, and she no longer knew how to say it.
