Progress

The sound of the culinary echoing around the hall, the soft chewing of food, and all William did was watch and bounce his knee beneath the table. His blood riling up every minute and his body goes rigid with every impatience.

'Say something'

'Anything!'

But yet the cat got his tongue... He can't even find his own words, only stare at her and appreciate every single thing she embodied, and make his torture worse just like the fool he has become he was silent all through, even as she wiped her mouth with the napkin after being done and walking out.

So much of being bold and taking a step, this was just like any other day with no progress. He cannot go on like this, he mentally told himself... but making a move became something entirely impossible because he could still remember the look she gave him, the lifeless dark look as if he had just shattered her heart and her whole world.