It was a cloudy day for the couple, nothing could be heard but the sound of a twirling empty glass on the table; a sound of water being poured was the only sound heard. Neither two of them talked, but only stared at the ground, knowing nothing to say but a sigh every minute.

Not knowing what to say, she stood up and turned her heels; ready to get out of the room, but the sound of a glass being held down stopped her from moving. Shooking her head, she started moving far away from him, but was held back by the feeling of her wrist being pulled. None of them made a move; breathing was the only source of sound. He sighed, staring at her wrist. "How long are we gonna be like this, ____?"