In the stillness of the night, the quiet manor echoed with the sound of two pairs of footsteps. The two men walked side by side, their hands intertwined, yet neither found comfort in the touch. Their faces bore the weight of exhaustion, and each step felt heavier than the last.
Not a single word was exchanged between them as they made their way to their room. Silence clung to the air, thick and unyielding. Finally, they stepped inside.
Aman sank onto the bed without a word, his body succumbing to the exhaustion pressing down on him. Mei Wei, standing nearby, poured a glass of water. He walked over, gently holding it out.
"Aman, drink some," he said softly.
Aman met his gaze, his eyes reflecting a storm of emotions. Mei Wei sat beside him, a quiet sigh escaping his lips as he waited. Slowly, Aman took the glass and sipped the water, the cool liquid doing little to ease the unease settling in his chest.
