From his eyes he surveyed her with a vacant look like the whole world had caved in around him.
His green eyed stare so constant, piercing, unsettling, a stare so harsh that over the passage of time could cease the very existence of time itself; the very creation of something that seems so paramount in life, so very influential towards living, the principle factor of actuality, of what was before and what is now.
And in this brief moment of expelled time, in his life, his living, his thinking, he had halted the time around him because of this women, and he had forgotten all rules and all guidelines, all daily regulations of existence, his existence. And that the time around him towards living a normal life was never to be the same again, the situation had changed, and at this very moment the only thing important to him was this woman standing resolutely still in front of him, as she too reciprocated to his eyes this haunting deadlock that encapsulated the two. And at this stalemate, this very in-juncture of time, the man seemed to be caught at an indefinite stop sign, never being able to move forward or continue, barricaded by emotion; he was transfixed upon this women with these incredulous scouring eyes that were set in stone upon such an emotionally animated face which could ask a thousand questions.
Although at this momentary silence where both individuals were locked together in sight, nothing needed to be said, for now.
As the stare was enough.
And the man did feel within his mind, and more so within his heart that time had indeed stopped, it had paused – it had frozen over like that of a lake which becomes entombed every winter; every cold, unbearable, silent winter that comes and goes without choice, without thought or determination; no decision in the matter; a pure natural existence, a repeated existence towards the passing of time.
But this, unfortunately, was the first time that he had looked at her in this way, and he didn't know how to deal with it, or what to do. And with his face catatonically still, his eyes enlarged, almost swollen with emotion as the watery congregation of tears drowned his vision and engulfed his eyes – she looked back at him with her neck slightly askew to the right, just as a part of her thick black hair fell over one side of her face as it does so often, blinding one of her eyes from his unforgiving gaze. He would move his hand gently to her face and tuck her hair behind her ear as he had done so many times before, but this time he did not. She knew this, and she knew that things had changed, just as much as he also knew.
A truth concealed within the mind.
She had never seen this man act like this before. Never seen him look at her in this way with such hostility, as if he was looking at someone that he had never met before, never spoken with, never laughed, or joked with. She thought herself to be a stranger to him, even though they were with one another in a place which they called home; a home which they had built together and made it what it is by turning a dream into a reality over the years that they had known one another. Plus all the years they had known each other before this place which they called home; a flat which they had once lived in before their home now, known comically as the frozen palace; a place that was never warm, even in the summer months – as it had the capability of being incredibly colder than it was outside due to the lack of windows, and a disturbing, unearthly peculiarity that it possessed which forever felt like there was a constant chill in the air towards that of something unnatural. The heating was always broken come winter, and it was far from a palace, more the opposite, but they used to laugh about this because it didn't matter to them, as they were together and that was the only thing that did matter.
And they used to laugh about living in this frozen palace they called home for a short while, as if they were living within a fantastical world, and that nothing around them was important, all was carefree of thought because they were together – just as they were now.
But this distant passed seemed like a different time, a different life to the woman who was looking at a man that she once loved, and still did, but now in a way that was never to be the same as it was before.
She knew this, but the man did not, and now she had to tell him the truth.
The stare which seemed to have all the answers was beginning to tire, it had diminished into something else.
The man’s momentary cessation of time was over, and now he needed the answers, he needed the truth.
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