82. Lost my place

"Love is painful but still people are bound to fall in it and enjoys every phase of it."

In the recesses of her eyes, a tempest brewed, betraying the storm raging within. The once-sparkling orbs, now veiled in a gossamer film of unshed tears, echoed the profound sorrow that lingered in the corners of her soul. The pupils, once vibrant and alive, were now like deep pools of solitude, reflecting the shadows of heartache that danced in the dimming light. Every blink seemed to carry the weight of a thousand unspoken words, each tear threatening to spill over and trace the contours of a story etched in the silent language of her gaze. The windows to her soul spoke volumes, revealing a narrative of pain that transcended the limitations of spoken language. But her face is stoic and hard, resisting her to show any of it.

His eyes were bewildered seeing the depth of pain he caused her turning a lively person into this. His heart stings with the intensity of pain and a lump formed in his throat