Nadine's hand shook as she reached for his arm, aching for the familiar reassurance of his touch. Yet, he stepped back deftly, escaping her grasp and leaving an unspoken void between them. This was the man who had just held her with a tender embrace, his sweet words a constant melody in her ears. And now, he stood there, cold and distant.
"Reezhel...I don't know what you are talking about...this enemies...I have no idea..Please don't push me_"
"Get out of my room, woman! Your country's people excel in shedding fake tears, hiding your real faces just like what you are doing now." He spat out, his voice emotionless.
That was the last straw for Nadine. She ran away heartbroken.