Nothing

A drop of sweat, gently and swiftly sliding through, Arman's neck.
He swallows hard, feeling the air bubble in his throat, the drop of sweat moved through his Adam's apple. Like a boat, floating through huge waves, of the stormy ocean.
Well, The truth is Arman was inside a stormy Ocean.
A stormy ocean of his thoughts, slowly consuming him from inside, pushing him, to speak up.
But, speak up to who?
The girl, whom he's facing.

Asha. Was lying on the bed. Near Arman.
Arman was facing her back.

Arman, gained the guts through his heart.
And as the drop of sweat touched the sheets of bed.
His vocal chords, opened.
And he called and asked.

"Asha,
Do you love me?"