Nolan:
The drive back to the hotel was quiet, not the strained kind of silence that used to sit between us, but a softer one. The air hummed with something that neither of us dared to name. But I knew that the tension was one that we couldn’t escape.
When we reached the room, she stood by the window again, the same way she had before, her hand brushing the glass as city lights painted her reflection in shades of gold and shadow. “We didn’t need to go to a hotel, you do realize that?”
“We didn’t have to, but I wanted to do it for you.” I said softly.
I took off my jacket, setting it aside, and for a while I just watched her. There was something about her stillness that undid me more than anything else, something so fragile, yet steady, as if she carried an entire storm beneath her calm.
