My eyes had a quick trip to and fro the death angel's face and that of the woman's.
She was held captivated by his twinkling eyes. I could see water pooled in his as he bit his lower lip, his shoulders showing how deep his breathing was.
My stomach twisted painfully as I watched her carefully, moving her foot step by step forward. It was a million years' worth of a compelling and clashing war of their heart's beating.
I poised almost between them while they pierced each other with stares.
My feet were planted on the ground but I couldn't look further. I didn't like to do anything with something I do not know about, much less of someone I do not know of.
I was a spectator of this moment as the crowd in the busy street appeared to be nonchalant but they couldn't actually see him... It was an effortless inconspicuousness.
The night was all theirs. It was just the two of them under the moonlit sky of a cold night, seemingly in drought of long been buried feelings.
Sobs unhurriedly racked her body. She was nearing him, not breaking each other's eye contact, while he stood still.
She raised her hands, almost touching his face. "I.." She wasn't crying, she was weeping. "I waited so long."
It was a faint whisper. "I waited for you to come back."
I didn't have a clue what was going on. The woman knew him. I did not.
He cried like a sign of surrender; she has broken into his defenses. She collapsed in more tears.
"I want to hold you," he said, his tears racing to fall.
