Her eyes grow bigger every time she tries to tell a story. The sincere eyes moving around, even though it’s just the two of them talking, tell their own story.

He, half-listens her story, while his eyes remain preoccupied with the shine of her eyes. The excitement in telling an uninteresting story fascinates him.

He knows his stories are told the same way. Uninteresting. While she listens to them with rapt attention. Her wandering eyes try hiding in the imaginary crowd. But he adamantly dives down in them. Every time.

With an actual crowd, sneaking innocent glances while people laugh about everything and the random, alike. A world of their own. The alternate glances.

“…but this would not last. There’s just no time.” Their minds would shout almost in a chorus.

‘So what?!’ The eyes rebelled for that temporary solace.