In this moment, Anne suddenly felt certain that she had seen through all the rigid walls that had always risen high up in Andrew's life. The foundation of that wall had been built when the warmth of childhood faded away from his life.
She suddenly saw the image of a little boy, waiting for someone who never came. She could see the boy in the man right now.
His dark eyes which always looked rigid and firm showing no emotion suddenly cracked. She could see pain locked away for years within those eyes.
Maybe he had felt how his walls were melting, he suddenly put up a resistance, attempting to move away from how her hand rested on his face, the pale white and delicate hand kept on his cheek warmly. When Anne felt him moving she held him still, not pulling away instead cupping his face with both hands so he wouldn't want to look away from her again.
