Donald couldn't believe his eyes.
His brother's face was a deep passionate red, yet his eyes were cold and detached as if the emotions visible on his outward skin were something he hated deeply.
He'd seen Anne before she'd run away.
Her eyes were teary, her cheeks deeply red and her lips...
They looked spent and swollen.
Did his brother really...?
Donald didn't understand what he felt at that moment. He frowned subtly, knowing his brother wouldn't talk even if he asked, he slowly turned around and retreated from the balcony.
.....
Anne gripped the edge of the sink within the ladies room.
Despite being here for a minute, her heart still hadn't calmed down.
It thumped rapidly as if it would burst right out of her chest. Yet this feeling was one she'd felt before.
Her lips were still warm, they stung slightly, despite taking in several breaths, she still couldn't calm the chaos in her mind and body.
In the end she began to pace back and forth.
