The Calm Surface, The Hidden Storm
A small turn of his head changed everything.
"Why is your face so red…?"
That was it.
Her breaking point.
"Go to hell! You… you - "
Out of breath before the last word left her mouth. Words tripped, thoughts scrambled deeper, feelings piling up in a heap no logic could untangle.
"I'll never talk to you again!"
And then -
Running fast, she left behind the moment without looking back.
Actually fled.
No dignity.
No composure.
Just panic.
A sudden movement, then she was gone from the seats - robes trailing wild - as if something sharp had snapped in the air. Stillness settled where noise once lived.
Still in his chair, Leon kept his eyes on her as she walked away.
He stood silent for a while. Then spoke.
Then -
Out of nowhere, a soft chuckle escaped. His mouth twitched before the sound even came. Not loud, just there - like breath catching on glass. The moment held it without trying. Silence folded back around after.
