At Nyla's words, the whole room fell into silence so intense it seemed to ring in one's ears. Both Nyla and Lane just sat quietly, Lane staring at Nyla, and Nyla staring at her hands. Nyla had already said what she had to say, while Lane…
Lane had absolutely no idea how to react.
One of the armrests hung from the damaged chair, swinging sadly, until finally, the part that was still holding it together gave up, and it broke off completely. Falling onto the floor, it made a lot of clatter that disturbed the otherwise almost perfect silence.
It was only then that Lane finally moved. He brushed his hair back, letting out a sigh…
"Which 'like we used to' are you referring to?"
Nyla froze completely, even ceasing to breathe for a moment, before her shoulders dropped helplessly. "It's… impossible, isn't it?"
"Well," Lane picked up another pen from the desk organizer to have something to play with (read: twist and mangle up). "First of all, I've asked you a question."
