There they were, hugging as she stepped out the prison as he arrived, too late and relieved to see her. It was easy to mock them. It's my nature. So tempting, easy to tease them. But I didn't want to. And no one did.
Because of their eyes. Specially his. He looked happy and in love when all we knew was his sadness. And there he was. So much tenderness in so sadden eyes.