Silent Talks!
They were sitting motionless on the extreme edges of the sofa, unable to digest what just happened. Speechless. He was staring into the infinity and her tender eyes were filled with volumes of tears more than they could carry. Why? How? Was it necessary? Wasn't there a way out? Where did it really go wrong? Was it so sudden? Was it unexpected? They thought together. *** She was reading his favorite novel at the place where they first met. He bought his Irish Coffee (non-alcoholic), she had always loved that hazel nut flavor. Just when he was about to go around his seat, he noticed the book and the face buried deep inside it. A glance of the same innocent look that he has always held dear. Yes, they still visit their place. Should I go to sit with her and have a little talk? Is it still okay to ask about her well-being? Will it be alright to pull the strained nerves, yet again? It won't be that easy to let go, once again. I cannot see ...