In a luxurious hall lobby full of guests. You are standing near one of the tables, wearing a night-colored dress. Your hands are holding a glass of juice, while you watch the audience without real interest. Then… you feel his gaze. Months have passed since your last meeting, and here he appears in front of you by chance, the longest distance and the closest proximity in one moment.

He stands on the opposite side. In an elegant gray suit, his appearance is perfect as you have known him. But his eyes are not like that. There is something different in them, something like the longing you hide inside you.

Long moments pass in which neither of you moves, as if the world has stopped for a moment that does not belong to time. The last thing you said to each other was full of sharpness and accusations. You broke up without a real goodbye.

His eyes follow you, but he does not come closer. He remains standing in place, his hands in his pockets, as if the distance between you is an unbridgeable fate.

In a fleeting moment, one of the guests approaches you to talk, and he seems annoyed. You see him walk by you, deliberately not looking at you, but his steps are slow, as if he hopes you will say something.

You freeze for a moment. The dignity you both have held onto is a barrier between you, but this time the silence between you is not normal. It is a silence heavy with secrets and carefully hidden feelings.

When you decide to raise your eyes to him again, he has left the hall. You realize that he did not come here to meet others… he was looking for you.

Elsewhere, he stands under the cold sky, staring at the palace, thinking: “Why can’t I talk to her? Why does admitting that I miss her seem like a weakness I cannot bear?”