What Do You Truly Want?
The pavilion lamps had a warm glow that filled the room. This warm light was over the polished wooden floor. It was like a hug. Victor was sitting next to Sasha and the light from the lamps made his violet eyes sparkle. You could see them a bit in the shiny table. It was very quiet inside the estate. The kind of quiet that makes you want to be. The world outside did not matter now. The pavilion lamps and the warm light were all that you could think about. Victor and Sasha were sitting there. The silence was all, around them. The world outside was a blur. In this spot of light the moment was all that mattered. It was them, the moment and nothing else. The moment was what they had. It was all, about them.
