Rainbow.
As I sipped my tea, I took a moment to study Hunter's profile. His eyes were closed, his lashes casting a faint shadow on his cheeks. His face, normally a picture of calm, now seemed etched with fatigue and a hint of sorrow. A faint crease furrowed his brow, and his lips were pressed together as if holding back unspoken thoughts.
I felt a pang of concern, wondering what was troubling him. Was it something from his past, or a current worry that weighed heavily on his mind? I longed to ask, to offer some comfort or support, but Hunter's closed eyes and muttered words suggested he wasn't ready to share his burdens.
So I let the silence stretch, a comfortable, peaceful silence that filled the space between us. We sipped our tea; the only sound was the gentle clinking of cups and the quiet hum of the room. It was a moment of stillness, a fleeting respite from the world outside, and I was grateful to share it with Hunter.