"… …"
Darkness enveloped the area under the silent suffocation of tense emotions fermenting in wordless containment.
A tall silhouette hunched over at the edge of the bed with eyes closed as if in peaceful slumber.
Moonlight infiltrated into the interior of the room from outside with shy visitations to cover that reticent figure. Silver beams highlighted the cold features of thin lips and pale skin almost transparent to an unhealthy hue.
Dark strands of hair fell to cling onto the side of bloodless cheeks and quivering of long eyelashes.
Numerous images and voices filtered through in a cinematic replay of previous encounters. Running again and again until stopping at a particular scene moments prior.
In that flashback of landscape is a youth standing with obvious dispassion in the midst of frost and shelves of books. Positioned in front of the entranceway with back facing the other figure on the ground, his voice echoed in the silent library.
