Dena felt the discomfort in her neck increase, accompanied by a sudden rush of melancholy that enveloped her. Her head turned toward Radin as she stared at him intently. Her pupils trembled. As she sensed Radin's self-loathing and disgust, along with a sting of abandonment, she grew increasingly concerned for him.
Having known this feeling for too long, Dena knew what it was like. Taking responsibility for it, she blamed herself. Her tiny insensibility towards him led to this extreme degree of disaster. It was as if she had become the type of person she hated the most. An individual who always wanted to have the upper hand in any relationship. A selfish narcissist who manipulated and abused the other person so that they became meek and grateful to the other individual. Like that bastard!
With each passing second, the air around Radin became more and more low and depressing
A greater degree of alertness developed in Dena.