Her small snores were the only sound that could be heard in the dark and quiet lounge. She

was drifting in her wonderland as her sleeping form wasn't aware of two empty and

soulless pits staring at her.

Deadly and expressionless.

Empty and blank.

No emotions swirling in them.

Rather, the most primitive and sacred emotion of love had died within the owner of those

eyes years ago, and all that was left were two void and deep orbs.

Deeper than the deepest sea.

Darker than the darkest night.

But ...