Chapter 11 (a)

As if seeing her, his heart was at peace. As if a gust of cold wind had swept around a fierce fire, tickling it lightly. Moisture gathered in his dry and burning eyes. His heart started beating fast. His skin tingled when he saw her sparkling orange and green lake-like eyes. He genuinely smiled, calling her name, softly, “Hazel,” but it had a deep effect on her heart.

The way he called her name, she could feel the loneliness that now wanted to end. It did not reflect need, but a pure want. It was not a call, it was a prayer that came out from the depths of his weeping heart. Only he knew the restlessness with which he spent those moments in which she was not with him.

Tears gathered in her eyes. She found him not fine at all. His eyes were red, like a sea of ​​blood, and dark circles surrounded those beautiful eyes. The smoke of yearning was rising from his glowing throbbing eyes. She could see the pain his eyes reflected, but a spark of happiness as well could not escape her eyes.