A New Story
She turned around to him. "Why won't you speak to me?"
He just kept looking out towards the ocean, over the cruise-lines edge.
She gripped the railing tighter, until her knuckles turned an ashen white. Her mind was running a million miles an hour and even the oceans intoxicating scent couldn't clear her mind.
The day was supposed to be happy. A sunny day out with the two of them, who used be the happiest couple on the planet. She looked over at him again and was still awed by his gentle, simple beauty. Brown hair sweeping into his eyes, which were the color of the sea below them.
An aristocratic face cutting down to a pointed chin and, now, an outline of stubble covering his jawline. His eyes, which used to be vibrant and happy, now looked tired and sad. "Is it because I am waiting? You know, for the right time?"
Her voice cracked and his head whipped up and his eyes met hers, startling her with the fierceness that she found