(Matthew's Point of View)
The room was very quiet, except for the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. As soon as I walked in, it felt like time had stopped, trapping me in a moment I couldn't get out of.
Esther was sitting on the edge of the couch with her hands in front of her, and her posture was tense but strangely weak. Since I walked in, she hadn't said a word, and neither had I. We were both stuck in this cage that we had built for ourselves.
I didn't know what to do or how to move forward, so I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. The distance between us felt like an ocean, huge and never-ending. Every step I took toward her felt like it would either close that distance or push us further apart.
She looked up at me and searched my eyes. It felt like the air between
