His shuddering breath was the only sound filling the room. When it comes to my heartbeat, I could only feel it pulsating in my head, almost like it was trying to break out.
- Would you have believed me, had I said that? - he asked, his voice shaking and his eyes reddened and watery. Half his face covered with his long hair, all messy and tangled up.
I couldn't reply. The realization of what's been going on absolutely disarmed me.
I noticed those blue bags under his eyes were not just fatigue, visible veins in his eyeballs were not a result of reading too much in lowlight. That his smile was just a facade created to keep everyone out of a war he's been going through.
- Would you have? - he repeated, even more shakily.
First tears fell down his face and immediately dropped on the wooden floor, because he was bent over it.
- I... I don't think... - I stuttered. - I'm not sure...
- You wouldn't - he whined. - Nobody would have - he raised his voice a little bit.
As if complaining, but not expecting anyone to actually...