267 Dancer

Anastasia stared at him as his amber eyes stared back at her back. They were so full of emotions that swirled behind them. 

His face had become stiff because he was stopping himself from going back to the thought. His dark hair was ruffled, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he tried to push the lump that had formed in his throat. He took a deep breath but he didn't break the stare.