The silence that followed carried a strange weight. Lucas found himself staring at the wall, while Sylvia stood near the window, her gaze drifting outside.
Neither of them spoke.
Then, Sylvia moved.
Stood up, the moment closing behind her as naturally as a door. She moved toward the window with the unhurried ease, pausing at the ledge and looking back at him over her shoulder.
The night air came in around her. Her hair moved slightly.
The faint smirk was back, small and certain.
"Start acting properly from tomorrow." She stepped up onto the ledge. "We can't afford anyone doubting us."
She looked at him one more time.
"Boyfriend."
And before he could react, she stepped onto the ledge and dropped out of sight into the dark.
He put his face in his hands.
'Just how in the world did I end up like this…?' he thought.
