Calla stared at the gaze that held so much gravity supporting the words uttered to her just now. It seemed Vincent had secrets of his own that he couldn't share with her.
''….I understand.'' The tone of her voice was soft. It appeared that she had really misunderstood. Perhaps if she had spoken more rather than keeping quiet, there wouldn't have been any misunderstandings.
But…for Calla, it was hard to speak. It was really hard when many had shut her up numerous times to count in her life.
'…..' Lost in fleeting thoughts, Calla folded her arms, her fingers curling around each elbow, grasping firmly.
''Why don't we move away from here?'' Vincent's voice pulled her from her wandering thoughts. Her gaze then went to her folded arms, nodding her head in agreement with his words.