When the door clicked closed, Martha and Hans locked eyes, tears glistening in the sunlight streaming through the window. Emotions surged within them, disbelief washing over them as they realized they were finally reunited after so many years.
Hans gently sat beside Martha on the bed, helping her to sit up as she leaned against the headboard. Martha reached out to touch Hans' weathered face, her soft palm grazing his skin. Tears continued to flow from her eyes, rendering her unable to speak, as if a heavy weight was lodged in her throat.
Though their mouths remained silent, their eyes spoke volumes, expressing the depth of their emotions. Hans' eyes welled with tears as he longed to close them and savor the sensation of Martha's touch, yet he resisted, wanting to soak in every moment of being close to her, a luxury he hadn't experienced in years.