His heart was pounding so fast that Tom didn’t truly distinguish the moment when time started to slow down. Seconds got longer, the old clock on the wall forgot to count the minutes and all of a sudden, a deaf silence embraced his senses.
She now had her eyes fully opened and he could clearly see her tiny pupils adjusting to the light of the room. Laying against her, Tom was petrified. They looked at each other, one smiling so beautifully, the other with a cold-stoned expression on his face.
He could not control his muscles. He could not break away from that moment. He got lost in her eyes when time stopped and now his spirit was elsewhere – a deep, timeless place, filled with echoes.[...]
Tom felt ugly, reflected in her green, shiny eyes. He taught about his own badly colored iris and wanted to shut his eye lids for a second. But again, he could not. He lost control of his body and now, a puppet on a bed, he was gazing at her silken face.
“God, she is beautiful!” Tom taught.” All world’s imperfections, gone! Now, when standing so close together, no details are blurred and they are all so perfectly placed.” He felt a warm feeling of certainty, of trust, of love. Yet he couldn’t cast away a sense of hopelessness as he knew that in a few hours this will all be over and she would be somewhere else.
When he finally came to his senses, she had already closed her eyes and her warm lips were waiting for Tom’s. In a desperate act, not knowing wheter he had full control over his body, Tom strongly grabbed her waist and hugged her, letting out a small cry for help.
Befuddled by this, she resigned and slowly kissed his forehead as he patiently felt the beatings of her heart.
[...]
At the door, she asked him with a trembling and uncertain voice:” Why did you look at me so cold today?”
He could not answer. He wanted to; but he couldn’t. His lungs filled with air, his vocal cords ready, but a part of his will still lost in the timeless abyss. So instead, he would kiss her and say good night, in the same manner as always, not being able to do anything else. Simple, superficial, distant.
On his way home, Tom felt the cold night stronger than usual and fever dreams struck as he lay in his own bed. Strange visions embraced him and a feeling of guilt aroused, leaving Tom numb.
The following morning, he looked at himself through a mirror and found his green, badly colored eyes dilated. For her, Tom slowly opened his lips and whispered:
“…thank you!”
