It was strange..

Meeting him was the strongest thing in your life, he didn't speak as much as his family inscripted, but his eyes showed it all.

“Orlando, mind telling me why you're so quiet?” you asked, but Orlando's didn't say not a word, the sound of the clock ticking filling the air as his eyes glued to your physique.

“No.”

He said firmly as he stared deep into your eyes with his yellow ones. His eyes bore into yours, his fingers tapping against his knee.

You looked over his files his previous psychiatric sent you, then. A particular topic popped up in the file, making you arch a brow in confusion.

“Do you mind telling me what happens to your ex- fiance?” you asked.

His eyes eyes narrowed down to a sympathetic stature as he glanced at his feet. “What about her?” he breathed out as his hands clasped together.