In recent days, their interactions had grown increasingly oppressive.
She wouldn't speak, and he didn't know what to say.
Their daily encounters amounted to silence or him speaking alone.
At night, only through making love could he induce some expression from her.
He had long realized that her mood was becoming less and less joyful; when alone, she would always stare out the window in a daze, wearing a look of yearning.
At those moments, he knew that she was thinking of leaving this place.
On the surface, he kept his composure, but in secret, he was always on guard.
Fearing she'd find a chance to leave and that he'd never find her again.
Ordinarily, he would never agree to let her go out, but just now, her listless appearance was truly heartbreaking to watch.
It was his overbearingness and imprisonment that had taken away her happiness and erased her usual smile.
He should indulge her for once, even if it meant risking losing her, he wanted to see her smile again.
