Richards Flashback
Writers POV
She sat at the table with the rest of her family staring at the hazel eye man, sitting across from her. Unspoken words were whispered softly and unshed tears could be seen.
Knowing that they both couldn't reach across and make physical contact cause their fingers to twitch and their hands to clenched.
Never in a million years did they think it would come to this, a point in their life's where everything that they dreamnt about was slipping away piece by piece leaving nothing but faded memories. Every stolen touch, every given kiss was the only thing they had to keep them saint, to keep them from snapping and coming forward with the truth, the truth that might and will hurt the people around them and sadly, oh so sadly the man that is now looking down at h
