~VIOLET~
A deafening silence overwhelmed the atmosphere in the car. His eyes were still shut, and he never said a word.
For the first time since we met again, I inspected his facial features. It had been six years. He was already in his late 30s, but he never changed.
The dim light from the windscreen painted soft shadows across his face.
His face, softened in sleep, looked younger, more vulnerable.
There was something intimate about him in that position. The urge to roam my fingers on his face surged within me, and I succumbed to it like a fool who couldn't make her own decision.
With my eyes fixated on him, I raised my hand and moved it closer to his face. However, before my fingers could touch him, he opened his eyes.
I was stunned. I couldn't take the hands back because I didn't know the right excuse to give in the position he met me. We glanced at each other for seconds, my hand still lifted, hanging in the air.
Nobody was saying anything.
We were just looking.
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