Third person (Narrator’s POV)

Silence pressed down on them, heavy - enclosing them in its suffocating grip. She stared intently, wishing to be free, to be lost in the mist of the crowd that navigated through the cold streets of New York, to be encased in the illusion carved from happiness- yet the raw pain which stung her with every second, a reminder that she was far from anything bright and happy, told her she couldn't

Her gaze slided over to Kane, who stood afar, engrossed in ...