บท 45: The Choice

Sylvia:

I looked at them both. Their eyes locked on me. Silas' lovely dark brown hair was in a loose bun. His earthy brown eyes begged me to reach out and be with him. His sharp chin seemed shaky as his broad shoulders tensed waiting for me to finish my sentence. Sinlan's deep green eyes seemed cool even now. His black hair braided down his back even now. His round features patiently waiting for the rest of my sentence. I just wanted to pull them both to me and comfort them. I heard the sentence in my mind as it echoed through me.