Anastasia Styles
"How many years has it been that you guys have been married?"
"Five years"
"Five years"
"What do you think happened to you guys?"
We are quiet. We are so quiet that my ears perk up at the small tick of the clock slowly consuming the still atmosphere.
I could feel him breathing heavily beside me. I could feel myself breathing heavily beside him.
For a flash of second, he looks at me from across the couch and I look back at him.
His eyes are the same green emerald rare eyes that I fell in love with, one cloudy afternoon.
His eyes still looked the same soft ones, daring me to fall deeper once again just as I had done all those years ago.
His gaze doesn't leave mine and I seem transfixed by his hold.
It has been almost close to one year since I am finally looking at him in the year, taking him properly.
His left hand falls on the couch and my heart rate picks up a bit. His left hand was lying a bit away from my right hand.
I close my eyes trying to calm me down. His hand is lying still on the couch.
But his eyes are still on me, trained and focused. He was taking in all my emotions and actions.
And then very slowly, he withdraws his hand back to him making me gulp a bit.
Closing my eyes, I inhale and exhale slowly. Finally opening my eyes, I see the woman eyeing both of us carefully.
She was scribbling something on a piece of paper, her eyes trained on us even though her right hand was working rapidly.
Without sparing a glance towards him once again, I voice out,
"I don't love him anymore"
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