“Why ?“ Thane asks, with his voice quacking while he speaks.
He gently gasps, his breath falling against my face. I feel his quivering skin, his hands tremble in sight, shaking against his weight, right before he draws himself up, rising.
My goes static. I sit firmly, unmoved like a soulless figure, staring into the whitened screen. My eyes scroll through those words over and over, making sure it's mine, and with time, I know for certain, there's no escaping.
“How ?“ I ask, lifting my voice slightly above a whisper.
I hear his footsteps stop. The slow stride of Thane's feet coming to an end, the moment I get to ask that. Unable to meet his eyes, I let mine sink down. It draws below, counting the keys of his board, as a moment of mental escape.
“Seriously, is that your question ?“ Thane asks, a hint of sadness clinging to his voice.
I shift my lips, ready to defend the course of my actions, but my will fails me. I crumble, I'm wholesome guilt, letting my lips fall, and shutting close,
